No Home

No Home

The animals scurry
From the ear-piercing sounds
Through the forest sight
As the woodsman cuts
Chops his way through
Takes down the eagle nest
With the greatest of ease
Saws cuts the tree
The nest falls
As the tree falls
Leaving nature
Without any home
With the swiftest of ease!
We do not understand
The impact of our disease
Called “Greed”

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