'deserted' woods

[To those who hope like Green Peace]

Now your lungs keep burnin'
there's acid in the winds
still, frozen,disorientated
weary birds,your thoughts

your rivers of hope sulk
on finding their dead ends
with civilizational trash
why sully the mountains

for who's liberation
just falls a hapless tree
can one dodge the ocean
the deluge wouldn't agree

your heart it hardly melts
each end of the world does
life is not a desert
of plastic entertainments!

deserted woods of asphalt
so mocked a grass weed flower
(until the human crushed her)
under his synthetic soles../original/z.g.