by Myrna Bowen

Created on: August 23, 2009

The world is weary, heaves a sigh

A thousand birds fall from the sky

Every day a hunter's gun

Claims their lives, one by one.

The world is tired, doesn't care

About the drowning polar bear

The Arctic ice cap melts away

Too late to save them anyway.

The world is busy, can't be bothered

To see what genetic science fathered

Another cloned disfigured wreck

A chicken with no beak to peck

The world is deaf, it will not hear

The pig that screams in pain and fear

For the taste of bacon on your plate

He lived and died in a narrow crate.

The world is blind, it will not see

How many die for vanity

Corporations line their pockets

While rabbits' eyes burn from their sockets.

The world is sick, her head hangs low

Parched and hot with feverish glow

Her human virus unabated

Our thirst for death is never sated.

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