Logger

“Listen, forest undergrowth
And fallen bay laurel leaves
This is now a logging site,
An invincible disease,

Hope you had your golden age
Now you will join the abyss
We will spare this redwood grove
To honor your final wish

It shall be our alibi
For her honor, mother earth
We could not dare plead guilty
And sacrifice our murth”

We are to obey this path
And watch their steel bullets fly. 
To the rack of mighty doom—
Another one will be tied