Consigned To Dreams
Man's conceit overrides the shame,
of endangered species dying.
And refusing to accept blame,
He denies His lack of trying.
Vast migrating herds have been culled,
due to the population boom.
And those numbers are unequaled,
their deaths justified, to make room.
Small countries with limited space,
burn forests so cattle can feed.
And spreading at a frantic pace,
enormous profits, finance greed.
Zoos are a fruitless endeavor,
yet it doesn't matter much, it seems.
For once lost, life's lost forever,
and Nature gets consigned to dreams.
With Man's use of both ax and gun,
Death is steadily encroaching.
And insane wars that can't be won,
ensure: His end's fast approaching.
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