A sweet, cheerful song no longer heard,
The species who sang it, now gone.
EXTINCT now labels this beautiful bird.
The O’o Bird’s sad story is done.
We’ve burnt all the trees and drained all the lakes,
Chasing the money, whatever it takes.
We’ve polluted the rivers and trashed all the seas,
Butchered the elephants, poisoned the bees.
We’ve strip-mined the mountains,
Fracked the stone, deep below.
Buried black tons of sludge
With that “clean” nuclear glow.
We keep building cities,
Crowding animals out,
Pour concrete slabs to dam rivers,
And then whine about drought.
We’ve been warned about Warming,
Money calls it a ‘hoax’.
But ALL the life on this planet
Pays the price of those ‘jokes’.
What will it take to change Mankind’s ways?
Can the world survive human beings’ greedy thrall?
Perhaps, like that bird, we’re in our last days…
And the Earth can recover once we’ve sung our last call.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2016
– Corina Ravenscraft