The Animals Voice Poem
We seem to be losing an exquisite system,
an endless list almost nonexistent.
The animal kingdom, the epoch of nature,
the very essence of life on earth.
The resistance growing weary
a resilience all but drained of spirit.
On the verge of extinction, our brothers and sisters lay,
voiceless we cannot say.
The cry we hear has been only for ourselves,
too selfish to notice anything else.
The forests, bushlands, and the plains mutter prayers
with a hollowing growl, the jungles shuffling and rumbling
with there hearts out begging for our recklessness to end.
The lions, tigers, wolves and bears, gnarl in pain,
the critters, the monkeys and apes slew without care.
The very wildlife we proclaim to protect
lays bear at our doorstep whispering to the gods.
The sky’s once strewn in colour is motionless
and bear with the songs of life filtered in the air.
Greed leaving barren the once abundant polar caps,
deserted and abandoned in warming lairs.
The penguins and seals, fish and polar bears
wearing thin losing skin and what do we think?
Without these creatures, we cease to exist
our spirits disconnect from the very core of our being.
It’s a must we love all our nature
to choose one life over another would go against my nature.
To hold one more valuable than another
hurts my soul and I stand here today to ask,
we reach out for all as one or watch it all fall as none.
Is one more worthy than the other?
I take this time and place as my chance
to speak for the voiceless the dulled outcries
the silence with selfish lies even the trees and plants
emanate a pulse in colour now drenched in blood.
I hear their whispers and my heart bleeds
with there its a shame to know of this pain
of the slain, innocence killed in vain.
So I came up with a notion a token of love
for all that is sacred to rid us of this hatred
we must take it as a call for help we must stand up.
United for all not just ourselves or continue to sit on the shelf
while our empty beliefs systematically fail at the hands of self.
Join me in this fight for what is right, a plight for our feathered,
fury, scaly, water bound and winged souls left alone in strife.
We can save our brothers and sisters
if we are willing to put ourselves outta sight just for a moment in time.
Please heed my plea and let’s do what’s needed.. – © Wendee Valencia