Cry Of The Wild - Poem by David Wood
It is a measure of man as a species
How he treats the realm of nature.
Man is still a hunter gatherer of food
And clothing and wild animals suffer.
Man no longer hunts to meet wants
And needs but plunders natures
Resources almost to the very point
Of extinction of entire species.
Worse is the man who hunts for profit
Who with total disregard of nature
Kills rhino for their horn and elephant
For their tusk and tiger for their bones.
Evil is the man who rapes nature with
Impunity. Misguided is the man who
Uses the product of poachers and
Blind are the governments who allow
This to happen. Nature cry's out loud.
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