Mr. Mankind

Hello, how are you? There's something urgent I need to say Oh me? Well, I'm fine too But I'm not the reason I've called you today. It's our feral brothers, They're crying, and are all around us dying Even Mother Earth cries out! Can't you hear her? That's her now crying She cries out her warning shouts! Our brothers suffer, On your roads, and around your homes And in your poisoned streams, If you leave them no where else to roam They'll soon vanish from the scene! Mother Earth cries, Oceans of tears through thawing ice Soon, her crying will be done, And the weather here won't be so nice Once the new ice age has begun. Save our brothers, You are their keeper! They're our earthling friends And yet, you keep pushing them deeper Into obscurity, and then right to their end! Once they're gone, Then we'll soon be next It'll be our turn on the guillotine! Stepping up to stretch out our necks!! We'll be the next to vanish from the scene!!! What was that? Oh yes, I know it's hard To manage all the things you do, And, I probably should have dropped a card I'm sorry, if I've bothered you. Oh, the kids? They're doing just fine, I just wanted to bring that up to you I figured it must have just slipped your mind With the many things that you do. Take care now, And do try to be good, And while doing those things you do Keep our brothers like a good keeper should And remember that they do live here too! Timothy I. Brumley