A hundred years and still the forests bleed

We, human, learned the power of words and signs
For economics, fighting and parlay.
We loved, in abstract, symbols strange, malign.

There is wrought beauty, patterned in design
Yet to see the  actual one is how we pray
Which humans saw the power of disguised signs?

We like  the half familiar,  the foreign
For we were nomads once and  we’re unnamed.
The move towards abstraction , why malign?

We love each unique person unconfined.
We cannot love “mankind” although God may.
We, human, feel the power of words and signs

The  tree has roots and God is unresigned
So  begins the knowledge in his clay
The abstract tree bears fruits rich and malign.

When God smiled, she said the seventh day.
Is  one on which each little child should play
Despite  that humans saw the  power of sign
And cultivated woods for wars malign.