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’:
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
