Prognosis
in their hands the wheel
intellects power to steer
elephants in decline.
It seems the human race can and has achieved much today,
even periodically produced statistics of the planets declining
wildlife, yet our wildlife just keeps on declining, problem is
no one as come up with a solution, where a profit can be made
in doing so.
Maybe once they have all disappeared from the face of the earth,
folk in the future will pay in droves to see films of what was once
common place. Now then, there is a profit there? (sic)
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2018
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