Del “Abe” Jones

ENDANGERED SPECIES

(I wrote this in the early 80s
And thought I’d add some more, today
As we still destroy our Planet
In the same, old, greedy, selfish way)

We talk about what we can do
To save what we don’t kill
But I think we all know
That we never, ever will.

(Some inroads were slowly made
To save some endangered species
But all in all we all seem doomed
From the human being’s worst disease.)

We discuss all the things
That could and should be done
But it usually ends right there
Before they are begun.

(We talk and procrastinate
And I think it’s kinda strange
We know we should but never do
Those things we need to change.)

We won’t waste our precious time
In our greedy haste
We will wait until it’s gone
And cannot be replaced.

(We’re too busy with ourselves
And wait for someone else to lead
To change our ways of living
We’ll need to do to succeed.)

Then we’ll bitch about it
Let another take the blame
And the worst part about it –
Next time we’ll do the same.

(Some say we still have the time
To stop our self-destruction
And the release of greenhouse gas
Or at the least, some reduction.)

Some day we will realize
Though it will be too late
We’re the endangered species
And have sealed our own fate.

(There are still some people
Some we may think are smart
Who say there is no problem
Can they believe that, in their heart?)

The world will be better off
Without the human being ‘round
Without our intelligence(?)
Maybe sanity will abound.

(We seem to keep ourselves at War
To control the flow of carbon fuel
And will never know righteous Peace
As long as the corporations rule.)

Maybe peace and tranquility
Will spread around the earth
Once we realize how little
We are really worth.

(Maybe when we go extinct
Nature will find a better way
To evolve a smarter, caring being
Who won’t be hell-bent on its doomsday.)

Let us hope we leave enough
To start some life anew –
That, we don’t kill it all
‘Fore we bid this world adieu.

Began in the early Eighties
Updated after some twenty pass
Will there be a time to write of changes
I doubt it, the way it looks, alas.