When I was tree
I had a home
Standing over
the land
Sheltering
children and travellers
In summer heat,
winter cold
Forgiven for my
nightly sobering tears
And daily
laughs
When blood flew
Through trenches
of war-torn land
Bread, then was
sacred commodity
Water, scarce
Life cheap
Napalm and
cluster bombs
Came down from the
clouds
To take my
branches
To uproot my children
Floating in air
as dust
Here I am,
Part of you,
nomad, lifeless
To go through
life with
Nothing on
horizon
A particle of
life
A casualty of
madness
