Teetering 0n the brink
It’s all about balance and sense.
Clinging to life on the edge
For so many creatures it’s intense.
Do we possess the balance
Or do we not really care?
Is everything for the taking?
Do we want more than our own share?
Can we find the balance?
Or will our numbers swamp the earth?
Do we kill without a thought?
Not caring what any of it is worth?
One planet out of balance –
Plundered, ripped and torn;
Bewildered animals murdered
For fur, for space for horn.
Rivers, oceans, Jungles
Denuded, poisoned and cut down.
Gun and saw, fire and net
Turning land from green to brown.
Where’s the balance?