I am sorry for humanities'

Cruel and senseless march across the earth

We use what we want with not a thought

So thankless for all that is given

We must own and build, use or kill

Whatever gets in our path

And leave the bloody carnage

Of where we have trodden

In the footprints in our wake

Our highways and throughways

Are littered with the bodies

Of masked raccoons and striped skunk

Bucks and does, jackrabbits and mice

Couldn't we slow our pace a bit,

Look for them and let them cross?

Now burgers come from grocery stores

No thought nowadays to appreciate

Or give thanks to the critters on our plates

Could we not, as a people

Slow down our relentless trek

Can we not remember the fact,

That they truly were here first?

Where is he who will help a child

To release a beetle, or catch a spider

To release him to the great outdoors

Rather than squash him underfoot

And each can leave a bit less carnage

By the wayside in their journeys