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The World Order Of Tree Canopies

Oh, the leaves won tonight.
But what a fight.
And now we're all dead.
But the leaves are satisfied,
Because they won tonight; bloody bystanders.

Our gunfire ripped through the trees.
As they spurt sap,
We needed energy
To fight our enemies,
And so we sipped.

Evergreens shattered,
We could hear it miles away.
Our face paint smeared from sweat.
Our boots took us through it all, tattered.
Our hands pulled at triggers, wet.
We prayed they didn’t slip.

Vietnam looks in jealousy
At the hell we’ve created.
World War I bows in shame at our horror.
World War II looks in shock and awe.

P-51’s fall; bleeding smoke,
Watching dodging P-47’s.
F-14’s explode upon missile impact.
Dogfight of the century.

Look at the wolves that lie dead around us.
The bugs, the birds, all bleeding.
Leaves hide, from bullets.
Some shot apart; casualties of crossfire.

A new world order; New Leaf
Emerges from the rising smoke.
An order of peace, of nature,
Pure and clean.

Hellish Armageddon no longer overwhelms.
No more murderer, no more thief.

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