A generation of animals hit by a wave of man's greediness
Sad how they call them game whilst man is the lame
The trees are cut to caution them to not kill trees. Very dumb
Hypocritic egomaniacs!!!!!
Hissing, roaring, howling all their disappointments and dissatisfactions at man's ego
Our actions at them results in our gradual eliminations
For their voicelessness we take it as their weakness.
They suffer from the murders with every moonlight or sunlight.
Arsenal of weapons are hurled at her with zero-care and zero-regret.
She sees and feels man is a demon with outside beauty.
Suffocating their habitats with traps;killing the children and vulnerable.
What if the children and family been killed are the strongest and breadwinners of the family?
Tons of plastic-debris are laid into the sea like she's the doer of the evil. A heavyweight and plentiful amount of plastic-debris in the sea more than the stars in the galaxy.
With thoughts of her swallowing the mistake of man.Do you ever swallow your poison? Ridiculousness....
The fin-beings are left to battle with this evil.
Their inability to survive kills them painfully and immaturely.
Torturing the wildlife and beauty of mother nature with our everyday fuel burning, plastic inappropriate disposal and poaching.
The world is almost dead. Her only firm grip is the flower growing at your backyard.
Trees being afforestated at all angles of the flora life.
For man's hunger for greatness has eroded their knowledge;
Oxygen concentration dropping like the heartbeat of a drown man.
Mother nature cries for she sees her children killing their own home and existence.
She ponders each night with the moon for she believes her death is night.
The home of your children are being ruined by yourself.
I guess it's our nature from corruption and now to pollution.
Criminals even do have hope
But the trees which save lives each day are hopeless.
The animals are now at the shores of extinction..!!!
Ooh God!! Our Ego has ruined the Eco.
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