Rooted

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The metal didn't yield
So he broke it in two
The atoms rattled and reeled
"Don't you worry, it's for you,"
Said he.

The trees all shed their leaves
So he burnt their trunks,
The branches curved and peeled
The rich woodyness decays;
he's drunk.
Again.

The river flowed downstream
So he poisoned the clear water
Such havoc it wreaked.
No retribution - nothing stops the
Lunacy.

She stood in silence as he raged,
Raved, raced and raked.
Her being planted, he uprooted;
Shouted, shrouded, and struck her up as he suited.
Her silence everlasting, not a choice,
An only option she accepted with poise.

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