DEDICATED TO the Department of Public Works and Highways, the Department of Environment and Natural Resources, and the Pampanga Chamber of Commerce and Industry for their efforts to rid the MacArthur Highway of trees.
With apologies to Joyce Kilmer. May he not turn in his grave – not so much for my bastardization of his Trees as for the massacre of the trees.
They think they shall never see
A poem lovely as a road nil of trees.
A treeless road made wide and safe,
For jeepneys and tricycles to speed and race.
A treeless road that takes exhausts all day,
And with greenhouse gases chokes the air.
A treeless road that may in summer bear,
All the makings of the very fire in hell.
Upon whose pavement water won’t drain;
And gets easily flooded with rain.
Roads are made by fools like thee,
But only God can make a tree.
With apologies to Joyce Kilmer. May he not turn in his grave – not so much for my bastardization of his Trees as for the massacre of the trees.
They think they shall never see
A poem lovely as a road nil of trees.
A treeless road made wide and safe,
For jeepneys and tricycles to speed and race.
A treeless road that takes exhausts all day,
And with greenhouse gases chokes the air.
A treeless road that may in summer bear,
All the makings of the very fire in hell.
Upon whose pavement water won’t drain;
And gets easily flooded with rain.
Roads are made by fools like thee,
But only God can make a tree.
