The Ignorance of Man

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A tree is shot.
It's willows weep, but none can hear,
so none do listen, it's seem too queer.
Blood shed it's got.
It's feeling weak, but none can see,
so none do watch, they let pain be.
It thrives dispair.
A man of marble eyes and plastic ears
doth not understand, therefore has no fears.
None one could care.
The man finds it one lone day of rain,
and what became queer was the wrong of pain.





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