Tonight

Prick
Pop
And trickle
Down tattered bark
Trunk in a shamble
Clinging for solid ground
One limb down
Two
Then Three
Branches broken
Ripped
And splintered
Leaves thrown
To and fro
Few are left

Let it burn now
That's what they want
See it all in flames
Down to ash
What started as a seed
In one warm bosom
Nurtured by another
And grown
To such magnitude
Slowly ending tumbled
And busted in Hell

From the inside
There are screams
That can be felt
Rippling across the Earth
The scratching of roots
Can be heard
As the tree fights
For dear life

Many see
With bleeding hearts
Watching a handful
Attack earnestly
Battle axes in hand
No block
No defense
The tree
Fighting still
Praying for what’s right
Whatever it may be
To come to view
And end this
Tonight