Pieces created by Joel Durr
O the trees! O the trees! Cut off at the knees - they reach for the sun no longer, you know. Now they serve the interests o’ capitalists As catalysts to subsequent selfishness. Our plunder for lumber and popsicle sticks; The well-calculated blowing of mountains to bits, for the profit from coal, bituminous are far more dangerous than any terrorist hits. For it was Abraham Lincoln a-sittin’ and thinkin' that our fall would surely come from within.