I feel deprived of air
But I'm breathing
From the last surviving tree on our land
A tree growing not on water but blood
Blood of many who fought for the land
Land claimed to be holy for some, heritage for others, home for many
Still they want to fight
The rightful heirs of the air
Sadly none knew how to conquer the wind
I remember how green was our land
I see how grey they've become
The grey revolution of smoke and ashes
Am I to protect this tree
Am I to die protecting it
Am I allowed to breath?
I can live and survive away from all this
No one's going to ask
But a few were willing to risk
For many more than a few to survive
Protecting the last tree from eyeless beasts
Slashing anything and everything in their path
Unable to understand how their actions
Will cut their own air to live
Loyal to a cult ruled by the privileged
With every tree cut we were promised oxygen in our accounts
But everything went to private lockers of the privileged
The worshippers believed their share will be served with next tree and the next
One last tree to cut
No more air to breath
The believers celebrate their own doom
And I still chose not to react
Because I don't mind being doomed
As long as everyone else too does
One last tree changed the world
But the world did not change
Time to change?
Lishid Mohamed
