Green as blood

A mass of old souls once stood silently in bloodless woods. Silently, peacefully, wiser than the son of man ever could Draped in green, accessorized spleen of branches and leafs For eons your song has sung,melodies hearts won Your roots sunken deep, your souls unrelenting The son of man arrived unmoved, unrepenting Bellows of mind’s desire, rage like artic fuel on fire The chorus of unknown riches whispered in the dark Plotting against those of yellow wood dressed in bark It was the season before the great monsoon When war was declared on mother earth at noon You came with axes, saws smeared with waxes Your bloodshot eyes, your heads filled with lies The song of us against them is being rewind Idiotic reasoning: the survival of mankind Sweat drenched checked shirts now laced blood of green Amazon cries as you chop and cut under ominous skies Cowardly deeds secured a generation of tears unseen