Dead Tree

Dead Tree

Dead tree I spend hours under you,
Twisting and breaking your leaves,
Where are they now?
Now that we're dying,
Where are the saviours?
Didn't they make a promise?

The sky looks like ash,
Smeared over a rough surface,
Where are you now?
I cannot see your footprints anymore,
Have you left me behind?
Have I become blind?

Wrath rains down hell fire,
You didn't honor the promise,
You are not coming to save us,
You're the same as them,
You leave when you are unable to feed your ego,
Such a vain and shallow dead leaf.