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‘Tis The Season

November 15, 2017


A Poem from one of my favorite writer/lyricist spoken word folk artist

John Trudell

1946 – 2015


For The Christmas Tree


The winter purification has returned
The cold and the snow
The crispness of the air
It is a time of rejoicing and prayer
Ceremonies, sacrifice
Humble ways to show we care
Respect and concern for our relations
Are the ways it’s always been

The invader starts his winter purification
With Christmas
Allegedly he says to honor Christ
Who he killed, the prince of peace
Is now honored with the sacrifice
Of the Trees
The assassins with their axes
Who kill you my relative
And then electrify you with lights and decorations
You will stand over
Their gifts and presence
Of the confused
They do not understand
You are spirit
You must not be abused

The invaders happiness
Seems to have no depth
Their Christmas is only
The giving of gifts and
The killing of Trees
The peace in sharing is lost in the selling
And the buying
For them there is always a price
And this is the one
They pay for your needless sacrifice
Maybe someday they will know
You are real as they are
Maybe someday they will get well
And we’ll all be safe
Maybe someday they will learn


As long as this post is about Trees


No tree has branches so foolish 
as to fight amongst themselves.


~ Native American Proverb


“The Trees”

– Rush

There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas

The trouble with the maples
And they’re quite convinced they’re right
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade?

There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream ‘oppression!’
And the oaks, just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
‘The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light’
Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
And saw


American Oaks ?

North Korean Maples ?

Hmmm, there is trouble in the forest.

And no safe place for the creatures to flee


One more


“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.”

― Kahlil Gibran


No trees were harmed in writing this post.


It doesn’t have to be like this
All we need to do
Is make sure
We keep talking

– Pink Floyd

From → Lyrics, Quotes

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