If I Could Talk To the Animals
Why you have to die,
since nobody else will tell you
might as well be I
you see the comforts we've acheived
have grown from luxury to necessity
and your beauty and your grace
remind us only of our place
upon this throne condemning all
to comply or perish
be of use or moot...
What's that?
No, what I believe is of no consequence
for I admire your beauty and your grace
and would gladly change our place.
Copyright © Maureen Mcgreavy | Year Posted 2017
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