My feet can’t feel them as I walk
My lungs don’t sense them whilst I talk
I can’t see them drinking from the river
and the nutrients that it delivers
My mind cannot know how they came to be
Standing here, towering in front of me
They give me life, food , shade, and shelter
I take their lives, I cause them to swelter
If I did not know better, I’d say they were blind
To all the acts of destruct...