They want to send more pronghorns southeast,
to the San Rafael valley and Elgin, Arizona;
whether the general public likes it or not,
you can't stop progress and your not gonna.
Forget the cries of outrage in the atmosphere,
the pronghorns have no say so in this matter;
wolves were let loose in the White Mountains,
who cares if the antelope's world we shatter?
Who cares if the last mountain lion dies,
and other species are disappearing fast?
we are civilized human beings before all,
will we, the homo-sapiens truly last?
We destroy the animals that once ran free,
we cut down the trees that give us air;
and voices that ring out to protest,
are silenced by ones that do not care.
Are we aware, that we too, face extinction?
by dismal, constant stress of nuclear war?
can't we be good guardians of the earth?
else, what do people of this world stand for?
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