You Cannot Make This Up Poem by Phil Soar

You couldn't make it up
The hurt and suffering
The animals worked until they cannot stand
No food or water
No love or time to rest
And we see ourselves as rulers
As emperors across vast swathes of land
Owning it
Managing it
But cruel to the extreme

We were not the first here
No the second
There were custodians before us
But not human
Animals
Roaming
Living
Eating
Breeding
Owners of all they survey
In death, giving life back to the earth
In Life, helping keep a sense of purpose

And then we came,
And now we believe our right is to own
To bludgeon all before us into submission
If you get in our way
We will be merciless
Use you
Abuse you
Hurt you
Deprive you
In Death, we give nothing back
In Life, there are those who take all
Those that do not, must do more
Protect the needy
Comfort the poor back to health
Care more