“Remember,
It makes no matter what we do, it’s only what we leave.
For all we see, will disappear, as time will gain reprieve.
Just like the ones before us, their fossils tell the tale.
We’ll change till we can’t change no more, just like that Prairie Whale.
Now heed the deeds left here by Whales, that died for what they sought.
Just be the best that you can be and never what you’re not.
And lessons learned, if not by them, I hope we’ve learned a few.
That if you meet some stranger and he isn’t quite like you,
perhaps he’s just some cousin that can’t understand your ways.
And a lack of understanding doesn’t get you burned up with the blaze.
So when we use this world’s resource, we might stop and look around.
Perhaps we’re not the only ones to use the stuff that’s found.
‘Cause every pebble on the pond makes ripples with its pitch.
But displacement from the weight of stone can overflow the ditch.
Their presents held the future’s key, but was not factored in,
And memories of an ancient past still told them they could swim.
Now weather patterns change once more, ten hurricanes this year.
In New Orleans, the levees break and chaos saddles fear.
You think it’s just what happens now and that nothing can be done.
But truth be told, it’s up to you, and you are just the one.
For now the polar caps of ice are melting far too fast.
And life that one time flourished there appears close to come too pass.
The polar bears are hunting now within the village walls
in search of garbage for their cubs to silence whimpered calls.
And if a human happens home when bears find banquets there
they know not the difference, man or seal, nor really do they care.
For meat is what they want and need to keep its kind alive.
And anything will do it now for life is what they strive.
The elders of these northern climes can see what will transpire.
In just a few short years from now when speaking by a fire,
They’ll speak of when they knew a time when beasts all roamed around
and how the changes over time when nature did abound.
And wars are fought in questing oil. The ones who hold its power
will be the ones who dictate laws that turn our world so sore.
So many people must obey or face the wrath of might,
and just because they own the guns, it doesn’t make it right.
I say this with a saddened heart, more evidence is found.
So how much more can happen now before we make a sound?
To all of us, this human race, we’re all of us to blame.
It’s our demands that spur us on, so we won’t be the same.
As what we were before today, for progress must expand.
It’s not to say I disagree but respect the sky and land.
So everything we do and say reflects a healthy world.
Or slowly pass into abyss as one by one we’re hurled.
We can gain so much from long ago, with history marching on.
The songs of Whales lamenting still. Did these ones go so wrong?
So do your best to live and love, till that last breath takes you back.
For when its all been said and done, it’s not from what you lack.
And although it’s great to strive to be, the best that you can be,
it might be wise to learn to swim if you plan to live at sea.
The ways of man have changed the earth, as once did Golden Whales.
The pathway trudged, now held in stone. Will others tell their tales?
A story of the one with fire, who think they own the earth,
while ignoring Mother Nature’s plan, not knowing what it’s worth.
Now I’ll leave you with a couple of thoughts, I hope it’s worth the wait.
Take heed, the whispers of the earth before it’s all too late.
And teaching man to understand this system known as Earth.
With every piece from sky to sea, and make it what it’s worth.
So many lives have died in vain, no one can count the loss.
Its not just Prairie Whales I speak, have come with such a cost.
To fight for power of living things, it’s just as wrong right now.
For with this cost comes other things that sicken me some how.
To be the ones who wheeled the stick toward the other one
for control of things not really theirs, it seems to come undone.
And understand we are the ones that give the fuel to fire.
Even after alls been said still know for who is still the liar.
But still we are content to take and keep all we comprise
with no regard for others who have listened to the lies.
And made to bend to whip and reins, the foreign masters run
might stomp you when you’re least aware and blacken out the sun.
And yes, the time has now arrived to bid you all good night.
I’ve taken up a bit of time and that just don’t seem right.
And with those words from lemming lips, I’ll stop this story here.
And think about just what was said and how it’s all so clear.
With that note, a piece of cheese and then I shall retire.
I feel a little tired now and will sit beside the fire.
And as you take that piece of cheese remember Prairie Whales,
And how they lived so long ago with hooves instead of tales.”
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