Or You Will Die?

What if we found the "tree of life"?
Would we cut it down?
Make it into a small dog house?
and Paint it Fido brown?
Or would we cure the nations and
folks in our home town.
Crush it, roll it, kneed it, bake it.
take a bite, pass it 'round.
Or would we give it to the giants.
who make life drugs that cure.
"Synthesize this herb tree please."
Make a pill that's pure.
Death? Poison? Take two now!
We tested it. We're sure.
Only a few, of you will die
Our words could not be true-er.
Oh, yes, that tree you started with,
we, no longer need.
Health is now made from sweet crude oil.
It cuts down on the greed.
Also! It will fuel your new car
It's known you all love speed.
Just think of the time you'll save
No more crushing up that weed.
Yikes! A world, with life on a limb,
surely would be chaos!
So we destroyed ev-er-y plant!
The leftover leaves we tossed.
We own all of the sea floor pumps.
billions is what they cost.
Give up your plans to help each other.
It's done. Too bad. You lost.
The battle, the war, everything
It should be plain to see,
Worship those who give you life.
That's right, drop to one knee.
Swear allegiance to the new king.
Whom-ever that may be.
He only makes one small demand.
Do not TOUCH that "of life" tree.
. . . . . . .Or You Will Die . . . . . . . .