Too young
empty of understanding
A hollow hole
inside of a tree

A tree so new
only a sapling 
of the ways of the world 

Man decided 
of something he didn’t create

His right
his will be done
The helpless
stood alone

Man perverted

The sapling 
played dead
and slept
ignoring the pain

Whilst all the while
the hollow hole 
became deeper
And the sapling
lost it’s innocense

The man left
the tree in its decay
He stepped on
broken branches

The tree grew
twisted even so
always thinking

That it was the worst
of all the rest
that grew up
in the same forest

Then one day
not yet a tree
no longer a sapling
grew right next to

This mid tree
more tattered
more scorned
more destroyed

Tree and mid tree
both touched 
by man
Made by the same

new buds
still amid chaos

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