The Killing: If by a Factual Name..Murder
When will the human race to decide,
to stop the killing and mass suicide,
Done to itself and to all life forms,
the sad result of our own storms?
Polluting oceans and the wasteful abuse,
is no natural process, with no good excuse.
Life giving seas once pristine, and so pure,
there's little time left for them to endure.
Factories with their belching, blasting stacks,
in billowing smoke, mount their attacks,
The air we breathe and soils of life,
an ever increasing load, by all, such strife.
The oceans deep and its fish within,
shall never have life's chance, once again,
Will it be much too late to start anew,
as such a burden is carried by those, the few.
The mammals great in herds, all stand by,
with so little time left, it makes one cry,
The barren lands, are no more their home,
for the once magnificent creatures, to roam.
The killing bands each take their lives,
where the once mighty elephant, no more thrives.
Birds soon to fly in their last farewell flight,
they have no more fine forests, no trees in sight.
Automobiles and trucks in a huge number,
their engines smoke, while we all slumber,
Fifty years have passed, and no real progress made,
in engine emissions, by the Auto Trade.
When will we see a bright future for all,
and has mans' own greed, set him up for a fall?
Must we die in droves, in this country of our own,
when change occurs and in progress shown?
Should we follow the bees and simple butterflies,
in our demise, amid deceit and the lies,
Believing what we're told in zombie-like states,
in a general denial of wrongs, each hates?
When we all wake up from our dreams and ideals,
then will we accept a reality, of how life feels,
Could self-destruction, as suicide, be the historical view,
so left to the ages, of me and of you?
Is there a mystery, in what we should do?
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