For Survival Or Greed? (Co-Written With James Fraser)

Note: Following a rash of local breakins, thieves murdered two people who happened to be at home when they entered. This event produced a lot of anxiety for me and James was kind enough to help divert my attention by joining in this write. Many thanks to James, Tim and Dane Ann for their support during this difficult time. -- Carolyn A hungry gray feline sees a mouse; quickly does she pounce Instincts come into play as jungle creatures eye their prey Natural selection rules the vast animal kingdom By striking fast they earn the right to live another day We read in the papers and we watch on the news As I look out my window, and ponder man's thoughts What do we see, through our eyes as we view Our ability to kill and leave one's life nought Complicated survival games play out each strenuous day From the frigid Arctic tundra to torrid dark jungles Beasts on the prowl are trekking nature's intended path Another victim falls as distant thunder rumbles Opportunists linger as the perpetrators dare Man stalking down dark alleys and dimly-lit streets Confronted, accosted in criminal stare Where the innocents in danger, generally meet Other members of the animal kingdom have no choice They slay only to keep themselves and their families alive But it's man who plays the most dangerous of games Killing for thrill, politics or greed; how can man survive? It's the evil of man who takes what he wants With the blade of a knife, with his terror taunts His escalation from flint to gun This most wonderful world in masculine haunt If man continues to develop harsh weapons The skies may explode in carnivorous fashion Consuming not just one animal species, but all Leaving angels to mourn the death of God's creations