Deforestation
Don’t you mean devestation?
The trees aid us in life
We repay this with blight
It’s unjust, a darkened night
We are unaware of our folly. Our coming plight.
The earth mother weeps as her children are hewn.
Their bodies ripped, here and there strewn.
The end, it may come rather soon.
If our lesson we do not learn.
RedRavenPoems 
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