Every Tree

We'll cut them all down.
Every tree,
in every bloated city
every worthless county.

Sure, they'll cry.
They'll condemn us
and report us,
and even burn us.

But just think of the day,
when someone can say:
"What is a tree?"
"How could it hurt me?"

Because every tree,
every lost bully,
every blood-curtling lie,
every heartfelt sigh,
everything that every hurt anyone,
was cut down.