"River Deep, Mountain High"
At first life bursts in a vegetative forest,
Cycles rehearsing as the birds sing their agitated chorus.
Snow leopards supposed to go to the peaks,
...Fish float better...
A toads throat led her to tributaries and creeks---
It's barely been weeks, but time is measured in meals...
The weary antelope seeks for what he hopes and he feels---
So many teals, shades of green and blue over ground,
Camouflaged snakes that aren't seen until a shrew has been found---
They move without sound, the prey won't even know...
...They've been poisoned...
No choice when nature's circle must flow.
The Great White hunts for small sharks and seals,
It sees light-skinned things which call barks and squeals...
Mistaken he bites, his teeth are like his hands,
Now he knows by taste this flesh is a messy waste of glands...
Too much bone, he pursues more to chew for meat,
It's now known that human beings aren't food to eat---
We choose deceit, and label an innocent act murder,
Leaving people's pride in tact with revenge that impacts further...
Another species endangered, we make hunting laws strict,
At least the animal's behavior can be explained by logic...
The cheetah awakens and begins the search for fuel,
For the feeblest rations, although the killing seems cruel.
But her belly is full, so she can lie down...
Takes what she needs and recedes to hide now---
...Why prowl all day?...
People do it since we're too stupid to allow our clay...
...Flesh... the fowl get paid less, so keep on takin',
The human race must be erased because we're all forsaken...
Original Sin, we're born to menace the Earth,
Judgin' our personal worth by if we overcome poverty's curse---
But the body is worse, it's the temple of death,
We deal so much out before we allow ourselves the rest...
The salmon are breeding and the dolphins are schooling,
The same men are bleeding to fund our constant retooling---
Responsible fueling is just a dream we believe,
Christmas is the only day we'd rather give than receive---
We live and we breathe, just like everything else,
Yet we insist it's these traits that take us into God's house...
We overfish and take from Earth her resources,
She's about to burst, at the worst, over time recourses---
Climates support us, but will they forever?
Not if Mother Nature's allowed to comtemplate her endeavour...
No mountain too high, river or ocean schism too deep,
For the fountain of life to create organisms that creep---
In our prisons we keep so many singing birds caged...
Maya Angelou weeps for us at the end of our days...
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