Once, there were buffalo herds,
then the white man came.
All business money-minds;
their hide market thrived
and then…no buffalo.
Once, the porcelain beluga,
numbered in the thousands.
Years of caviar-mad minds
depleted the pods,
to only three thousand, worldwide;
then, there were nearly none.
A-biotic oil hunters fracked
the oceans; earth’s crust.
Cracked by water and carcinogens,
That have, depleted too much algae.
Soon, there’ll be none.
No plankton and algae,
starves thousands of marine species.
Look ahead, fifty to one hundred years
and there’ll be no more.
Once, there were colorful coral reefs,
but demoniacal corporations,
have destroyed them.
Black sludge,
Oil-seeking fools, trusting fools;
have eliminated them.
Now everything floods and
there will be no more life.
Once, there were planets,
in Earth’s solar system.
The great destroyer, humans;
Have obliterated them all
and it exists,
No more.
Someday, humans will obliterate themselves
and then, there’ll be none left;
on the brown dwarf,
formerly called,
“Earth”.
Egotistical,
a mystical being.
Lyrical,
haters feed my ego.
You see my horns?
Demoniacal,
I'll quiet the critic scorns.
What are you hating for?
Jared Pickett
1/30/2010
Asavvy1
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