Endangered Species
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Was privileged to have a fortunate chattering communion with the chirping plover;
What we see
What we hear
Wont be here in a thousand years
What we taste
What we touch
Someday there won't be as much
What we do
What we smell
Will all be gone if we don't treat Earth well
Based on "Mermaid" by Sergey Kolesov
Delicate, floating through sea currents and sea trenches
Elegant, dancing through coral reefs and shipwrecks
Pure as the sun beams that shine through the surface
A beat for those who sold their souls for security of roofs over heads and unions of like minds. Never again having to contemplate the what, or when, or why, or how.
My dear old home, how we have wronged you. So
Blinded by green greed, while your green turned grey.
“Their safety is sound” we spoke without woe,
Feels as a human
pained like a man
it's easy to believe they dont percieve,
to justify or pardon the suffering we subject.
They dont speak
but communicate silently!
I divide from my roots with the pierce of a razor.
Cleaving a meat fringe, wings endless, pine needles rolling off bark skin, detaches my figure from nature.
Dude!
Come on, listen
As I’m speaking carbon is being emitted
But no you don’t care
And no you’re not hearing me
And if you can’t see all this pollution
Then you’re obviously not seeing clearly
They think we are subservient,
They think we do not know.
They think we are susceptible
To their cruel, ungodly show.
There are two birds in a tree
A good little bird,
who never complains
who listens to the elderly
who loves everybody,
who is loved by everybody
A bad little bird,
Who always complains,
