Another One For The Animals Poem by Heather Reid

God had sent Noah back onto his boat,
To save the hens, pigs, cows and goats,
Environment issues of which he kept note,
Needed a flood to keep Noah afloat.

He was told that livestock took up too much room,
That's when he sent his first monsoon,
They pollute the rivers, lakes and seas,
And are the root of our greenhouse gasses,
At least that's what He'd been told by the masses.

So our Mother Earth is down on her knees,
'And what have they done to all of my trees? '
Noah said 'But surely God
Today's agriculture's a bit of a sod,
Seventy percent of fresh water they use,
Of which the animal is often refused.

God gave a sigh and asked Noah why,
He said most humans on earth had grown greedy,
They want more for less and only the best,
They take and don't give, they have no respect,
And they never take time to sit and reflect.

Then I suggest you get my animals out,
For after the flood I'll be sending a drought,
They can argue, fight and blame who they like,
Don't they realize they can't be doing it right.

My animal numbers are now in decline,
One third of amphibians gone,
One fifth of my mammals extinct,
An eighth of all birds are threatened aswell,
Go quickly Noah and save them from Hell.

Noah set off in his boat the next day,
When he reached land he knew straight away,
That things were not going to plan,
The rivers polluted the land had been raped,
The forest depleted and what? For whose sake?
More grazing for the animals ending up on a plate,
A sad state of affairs, a legacy of debt.

He found natural resources were also at risk,
Nature is struggling, unbalanced and sad,
When it thinks of the wealth it once had,
Deforestation and lack of habitat,
Had certainly put paid to all that.

The air was polluted, acid rain stung Noah's face,
He thought he best hurry and get the job done,
Life on earth for the animals can't be much fun.

When he found the cows they were all in carts,
Not a blade of grass could be seen,
Fed and milked twice a day by cold machine,
The carts moved around by way of remote,
Noah took all of them back to his boat.

The chickens he found were stacked up in a cage,
Nothing to stand on but wire,
He thought, when will this cruelty abate,
Of this do the humans not tire,
He opened the cages and took all the birds,
Went back to his boat too choked for words.

The slaughter house was where he found pigs,
They were born and bred right next door,
Then hung upside down with a hook through their gut,
Their shameful bodies not just for the poor,
Fattened and pre-packed for the store.
He was disheartened by what he had seen,
The human race was in disgrace,
He thought all of them foolishly green.