The Massacre
We are like humans
Taking a stand
Against the lumberjacks
Who are taking our land.
They're taking our brothers,
Our sisters, our mothers.
They are killing us all,
From big to small.
They don't have a heart for our kind.
We are wood for their fires
So, they don't mind
If we're dancing on thin wires.
Berries are eyes
That help us see
But we don't understand why
They'd kill an innocent tree.
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