The Call Of The Wild - Poem by elijah rottok
Fear is spreading out,
To the once jubilant and free wild,
The dancing in perfect excitment ceases,
The ubiquity of the wild is ending.
In desperation for space,
Man and beast emphatically clash!
In meek submission, we are squeezed out,
Overpowered by the scality encroachment.
For a place to farm and call home,
The oxygen givers and rain bringers,
Slaughtered in greed to furnish your many homes,
The lush, green land left out
Depleted and barren.
The severe damage and destruction of forests,
Have left us running away further and further to find a new home,
Resplendent river levels reduced,
Leaving us choking in the mirky and muddy waters,
The curtain falling down on us
The hunter's snare and the poacher's gun,
Against the innocent and frail generation,
With big egos and big guns,
hunt and mount our heads on their walls
For the wonder drug,
And the thick rug,
For the fatty meat,
And the rare tusks,
Our body parts are stolen,
For how long shall we be a solution to your myriad woes?
When will you stop being obdurate and let go of your cultural fallacies?
We sound the drum beats,
A young and vibrant tune
Against the impending scares,
And call out all mankind to conservation and preservation.
The young generation is our only hope,
We have come to this unequivocal acceptance,
That indeed our fate lies in your hands,
Make haste and act now,
Before we fall in to the placid darkness of extinction
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