All foxes lie low,
hiding from man,
Under night´s
mantle, find garbage can,
Badgers be culled
as carriers of disease,
Weeds to be hoed
for making man sneeze,
And what of people?
Squirrels that be
grey, be sent on their way,
Pigeons from
cities must be sent far away,
And seagulls from
tips, consuming our drips,
Banish wasps,
ants, bees, on all picnic trips,
And what of people?
Burrowers all,
rat, rabbit, hedgehog & mole,
Farmers
complaining of them leaving the hole,
The dawn chorus of
birds, all robbing our sleep,
Wolves, pumas
& coyotes, all stealing our sheep,
And what of
people?
Our elephants in
jewelry, adorning white hands,
The rhino horn
penises for the inadequate man,
Furs of beasts, in
coats, stoles & sorry sad shawls,
The plight of
dolphins & whales now starts to pall,
And what of
people?
Trees no longer
needed for cool shade & fresh air,
“Aliens,” we are
told & they shouldn’t grow there,
War, death &
destruction in our plastic-bag world,
Rules made of men,
in important words so hurled,
And what of people?
Nature once ruled our
world & she did it so well,
Now sadly, it´s the
rules of men that take us to hell,
War, corruption &
destruction & not caring one jot,
Leaving upon our poor
planet, just a dirty dark blot,
And what of the earth?
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