I see them fight
I see the wounded
I see the right
I see the wrong
"Stop! This is land!
Everything lives on it,
Share it, yes we can!"
But they do not hear
They do not listen
Instead, to each other they jeer
Not heeding my every word
Blood spills everywhere
Cries of despair can be heard
Dispatched arms here, loose legs there
An utter disaster, ruining the once beautiful plain
"Can we not live as one?"
I ask, but I knew to complete vain,
Not being able to move away, made this no fun
And still they fought over the despairing land
Green leaves floating in the depressing wind
Beginning to die, losing colour, losing life
Bare branches, to the trunk they were pinned
Insects, birds, small animals began to hide
"Stop! I beg of you!" I yell
"Peace not war!" I shouted
But it was no use, another victory, another man fell
If only I could be something other than being a young tree.