An Extremely Sad Follow-up To My Last Posted Poem;
A Horrendous Indictment Against The Nation I Call Home.
“All over the world, the wildlife that I write about is in grave danger;
It is being exterminated by what we call the ‘Progress of Civilization.’”
Gerald Durrell
Music: All Is Gone
The very last Jaguar is already - gone
Very recently killed, outside of Tucson
Only two or three Mexican Lobo Wolves
Now still survive; and soon, they will be gone
A horrendous new campaign has now begun
Timber Wolves are being gunned down, today
All across the Rockies, and at Yellowstone Park
They, too, are very quickly reaching their last days
Out on our plains, Prairie Dogs are being poisoned
So we can build more subdivisions and shopping malls
And, many Birds of Prey, are eating these poisoned rodents
Which will most certainly, bring agony and death, to them all
Our few remaining Wild Mustangs, are now being rounded up
So they can be hauled to slaughterhouses in Canada and Mexico
We, as a nation, have decided, there is no longer room for them
We are even killing off, the last remaining herd of Wild Buffalo
Our once treasured Dolphins, are now being murdered
Because they are eating ‘our’ very rapidly dwindling fish
Even the few remaining Whooping Cranes, are being killed
We seem to be fulfilling some sort of sick Animal Death Wish
And down in Florida, the Panther is in dire trouble
Less than one hundred Panthers still exist in that state
Several have recently been slaughtered, on its highways
And it won’t be long, before we as a nation, seal their fate
These Panthers are among the most endangered species in the world
Instead of helping them survive, speeding cars turn them into roadkill
They are rapidly running out of safe havens, amidst our endless sprawl
And I sadly wonder when the last one dies, if our nation will be thrilled
The ‘Endangered Species Act,’ was supposed to protect all of them
But today in our nation, its citizens don’t care about wildlife welfare
And one day soon, because of our callousness towards wild creatures
It will be only ‘us’ and our artificial, concrete, lifeless, nation out there
Twenty Four Panthers were shot down, or run over, last year;
When they are gone, I wonder how many will shed even one tear.
©2010, Mr. Ed
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Newfie Hugs, Rose
The old Jungle is giving way to the concrete jungle.
We'll have preservation parks of what parks looked like, full of bonsai trees showing, in miniature, how nature used to be.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*
AM
It's all a mighty Ego trip by most of them , feelings, what feelings?
Bless You! Jasmin Horst
Georg