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Sunday, June 7, 2015

For What its Worth


Feeling a bit jaded 
by what is left,
the remains of the day,
discarded like an abandoned theft,
that's been tossed by the way,
robbed of its valuables,
its purpose and worth,
robbed of what's salvageable,
this refuse litters our earth,
with environmental decay,
they even depleted the very dirt,
why do they treat our earth this way?
They cut down our rain forest,
and poison our seas,
then send up emissions,
which poison our breeze,
and blights our visions,
they ruin our atmosphere,
by cutting down trees.
This day is done,
stricken by incurable disease,
an era whose carcass rots in the sun,
like a fallen beast,
we must resurrect and reseed, a better one,
Even animals fall victim to our greed,
killed for their tusks, to boast man's vanity,
When will cruelty to animals ever end?
stop the insanity!
we dish up our dysfunction,
and feed it to man's best friend,
without any compunction, 
isn't it our duty to defend?
all creatures great and small,
If elephants never forget,
doesn't that speak for all,
don't we owe the world a greater debt,
to end their extinction, even yet.
Then what is worst,
on the edge of tomorrow,
it'll be our children who inherit this curse,
at their feet we place our sorrow,
and man's inhumanity to man,
haven't we had enough?
time to reverse the plan,
stop the violence and replace it with love,
stop the bias, and the bigotry,
enough is enough!
This day is a wrap!
This day is done!
let's pull the shade.
and tomorrow make a better one.
or we'll be singing taps,
and salute our lost with twenty-one guns,
for the death of another sun,
and how many more sons
we will have to lose,
to the heavens above,
at the end of the day,
before we choose,
 to LOVE!      Victori June 7, 2015 ©

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