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a cut

“just a cut
It won’t hurt
If just one goes off”
He said but it’s time to stop
Too many gone
And too many have lost their home.
Who you say?
Those who lay
Eggs and keep your insects at bay
So you may
Have guessed it
Yea that obe too, the one who just bit
You too ans left a red mark
And they say again “oh! Hark”.
You think i’m talking about humans here?
I mean humans are the ones who destroyed their lair
And as you give me a stare
Down you wouldn’t want to go there
The place where i’d been
But a few years ago you’d have seen
All those tall trees
The one who swinged with the breeze
But it’s all upturned now
And yet you ask how?
It’s your fault
And you need to hault
Cutting them down
Cause the frown
That those creatures give
When you slip
A saw between their home,
That’d curse you and soon you’ll be left all alone
With no scene of nature...
-yakaa: jujaan

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