Cut those trees and branches,
Let them fall on the ground,
Don't worry; this is ‘not' a ‘crime',
And trees can't cry or emit any sound.
Abolishing trees is ‘ethical'
In the name of today's urbanization
Let the mega-city to spread on a green tomb
In the name of human facilitation.
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