Maybe it all really is that simple,
like the philosophers say
“us” against “them”
good versus evil
the infinite game
of black and white.
Each side screaming,
“Only we can save the world!”
Each side convinced
the other
is vile
radical
wretch
But if it’s a game
that means I get to choose
And-
I want to be on the side
that saved the trees.
That screamed,
“You will regret this”
as they
cut them all down.
Maybe it's just the role I play
in this silly game
whose timeline so vast
I am but a grain of sand,
In this system
whose rules are so oppressive
they convince their victims
to be grateful.
Hey
Maybe it all doesn't matter
But I can promise
that I'm going to play
like it does.
I want to be on the side
that saved the trees.