Cheetah, Dik-dik, Bonobo
Hedgehog, Impala, Jackal
where have all the flowers gone
wild-at-heart's rapidly disappearing
precious value-at-Risk exposed
whodunit, Mr. Doe - Qui bono
Big-oil, conspicuous consumption
Homo-homini-lupus' the culprit.
Global wildlife plunging to two third
population of fish, birds, amphibians
reptiles, community of all living being
how much of them will be amongst the
living within the span of half-a-century?
Biodiversity's foundation of healthy forests
rivers, oceans; ecosystems collapse along
with clean air, water, food & climate services
preserving a living planet for survival and prosperity
human behavior, reckless, continues to drive
wildlife populations' decline globally
adversely impacting freshwater habitat
wildlife genocide's indirect suicide.
You have many contacts among the lumberjacks
get all the the convenient facts when someone attacks
your imagination, but nobody has any respect, anyway
they already expect you to give a check to tax-deductible
charity organizations; you walk into the room like a camel
you frown, you put your eyes in your pocket and your nose
on the ground; there ought to be an animal-welfare law
against you coming around, you should be made to wear
Baboon or wolf-earphones, but you say, what does this mean?
and God screams back you're a Dwarf Mongoose, give me
some plain vanilla Ben & Jerry ice-scream or else go home
'cause something is happening, but you don't know what it is
do you, Mr. Doe - where's the Archbishop of Canterbury?
Habitat loss, degradation and overexploitation
the American way of life, pursuit of happiness
at the detriment of wildlife, next generation
damage beyond repair?
declines, not yet extinctions.
Wake-up call to marshal efforts to
promote recovery of wildlife populations
solutions for restoring ecosystems
we depend upon them, the platform's already
burning; Ain't got too much time to lose
but do not hurry as you walk with grief
Mr. Doe, weeping big crocodile tears
does not particularly help the journey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mean GREEN machine of a scheme, Michael...Enjoyed this...Keep that pen pumping ~FjR'16~