Where Did The Antelope Go? Poem by Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco
Where Did The Antelope Go?
Deer are grazing near a natural spring;
Drinking ground water from an unplugged
Gas well filled with methane, benezene, toluene, anti-freeze.
What if that were your child drinking from that spring?
What if that was your mother or father drinking too?
Would you feel even worse?
Drinking from the open unplugged gas well,
The mule deer knows it's hell drinking this toxic mix,
But his life cannot be fixed, so he runs and hides to die.
Where do the antelope go to sleep soundly?
Nowhere, that is safe; surely man can secure him a place?
Why is man carelessly purging, surging the land with poisons?
Can he not see; he's destroying God's gifts of life?
amen... you ring the bell of truth, sadly.... we, as human beings, have lost our spiritual conscience.
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4/16/2024 4:15:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i saw you online and took a peek. i appreciated both bios. i am not traditionally religious aka i'm agnostic/atheist, but i am happy for people who find happiness and strength in religion...you and others. as long as the bad doesn't outweigh the good. obviously men and other animals don't always mix well, especially when there is a chemical cocktail mixed and looking at least? like water. but maybe that is God's way of weeding out the stupid individuals in the wild populations (that is half tongue-in-cheek) . i read one person's theory recently that humans are less intelligent so to speak now then they were a few thousand years ago. the theory states that there were so many obstacles to survival that only the fittest survived to reproduce the most children. (darwinian i'd say) . NOW however humans, at least in the developed countries are bolstered in their attempts at survival by so many government and private handouts. even the most unfit to survive survive and multiply....sometimes a lot more than the fittest. thanks for sharing your thoughts in bios and poem. i may read another poem before i go to keep my wife company in the kitchen. bri