The Asian Tiger walks deaths bed, a tenuous thread,
Shaming us standing ones with maggots in our heads.
The African Rhino and Elephant walk their likewise fate,
Valued by us as horny dust, adornments for human plates.
It will always forever amaze me, when too late we always say,
What we regret most in this life... is the treasure we abused on the way.
Copyright © Dennis Broe-Ward | Year Posted 2014
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