Extinction:      the state or process of being or becoming extinct.

We scream but no one hears, We cry but no one cares, We laugh but it is hollow, We’re still breathing. For now!

Extinction:

It’s a lifelong tragedy to be civilised 

Yet edge ever closer to extinction

Be slaves consumed by our greed

Blind as we rush into the withering

Of Earth’s gifts given to sustain us

Lemmings on the path to the abyss

Taking no heed to the consequences

Our planet raping will surely bring us

Rapidly and surely to our extinction


Orangutang: ‘Person of the Forest’
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Desolation lies around me, growth has died, seed suicide

Soil dries, cries for rain but the sun denies this in its pride

Yet here I sit, Orangutang, clinging to this solitary tree

Bark cracked, leaves have all but left, so now it’s just me

Memories remind me of the time before all things died

When tree’s were legion, when rain told me the world cried

Back then I wasn’t lonely, wife and child, many friends 

Climate changed but humans wouldn’t make amends

First my forest was taken slowly by humans with machines 

Profit, greed, no thought in the rush to grow more proteins 

Second, came heavy rains that drowned and took the soil

Then, from my solitary tree, I saw heat make water boil

The sky is empty, the birds have all flown, dying on the wing

The only sound is when the dry winds make my tree sing

My stomach is as empty as this harsh and desiccated land

Soon I will fall to the brittle, dry, earth when I let go my hand

There to lie, my hair and flesh dried and blown with the wind

But before I pass, I will fully remember all those of my kind

Living free in the swaying green, feeding, loving, raising young

Orangutang’s; I am the last of our kind and my memory is long

Divide & Conker:

I might be small, lie fallen on the ground

But my potential is mighty, left on my own

I could grow to kiss the sky, drink the earth

Shade the green, offering refuge to so many

My kind walked the land before homo killer

Left my kin to knuckle drag the dusty soil

Time came when we tired and settled down

To sleep gently in the sun, the wind and rain

And then cutting iron tore our skin and flesh

Millions fell, burnt, carved, sawed and nailed

Now our roots no longer talk or sing with joy

As all nature chokes and starts to wither die

A race is underway way, a winner not decided 

Our Creator stands aside, we are on our own

It might be to late but then again maybe not

If it is then we will miss our eons in the sun

Our Time to Die Cometh

Blades of green hold teardrops from the sky

Misty air let’s the sun’s rays colour dance

If you stand still you can breath the wet earth

Smell the scent of nature in its purist forms

Close your eyes and hear the insects singing

Talking birds branch sitting or flying all around

But we turned our backs and souls on nature

And now we can’t hear the soils roots calling

Our ancient ice dies, cities fight the seas rise

Forest lungs choke as their own bodies burn

Species die as we wallow in mindless media

Become lemmings rushing to the calling cliffs

Lights Out:

Last one put the lights out when humanity expires

Let nature rejoice as we are all welcomed into hell

Where the legion of Infernal Names will embrace us

While the Blue Planet heals from mankind’s abuses 

Dying Out:

I am turtle come to say goodbye 

My sea is choked and so I die

I’m a person of the swaying green

My trees fall and burn. I die

I am Pangolin, scaly and do no harm

You catch me, cook me, so I die

I am elephant, intelligent and kind

You desire my tusks and so I die

You name me Killer but I’m just a whale

Now plastic chokes me and I die

All our souls cry and nature hears 

The time comes when you to will die

It’s not to late:

We are the Earth’s worst enemy

Late arrivals in its eon history 

Monkey men fighting for survival 

Now endangered, climate fighting

Raping our all earthly resources 

Air breathers are now polluters 

Gods creatures die on the run

Extinction by the poachers gun

Can we learn from past mistakes 

Change all our destructive ways

Live on in reconstructive days