Poetry that Poisons Those of Sound Mind

My Floor Boards are Melting

Last night it happened it happened again
the beasts from the wild they hunted my friend,
they skinned him alive they took all his hair and carried he's carcass across to their lair.
They sold he's skin to beasts with pocket,
partially peeled for permanent profit,
they hunt with sticks that fire out stones that break through morals through nature and bones.
They tear others hornes to medically please
or trophies on walls for these they can seize
bewildering beauty or baffling fees.
Our milk they pour into something called teas
Their smoke from their horses that shine and growl loud,
has left out sun clustered behind carbon filled clouds.
Their need of the knowledge has torn down the land
they make us all kneel whilst they make a stand.
They trade our hearts and skin for green paper
crinkled and creased yet it's the worlds shaper.
Up north my friends are effected more so,
the more the white man the less the white snow.
The ice they tread on slowly unravel won't drown in the water but mans need to travel.
With gas in the air and no one will listen
a crusade of corruption they're carbon edmission .
It slowly broke down the shell of the earth,
now Sun declares war as fire gives birth.
The ice it is melting our horns are all missing
they tear tongues from the snakes just to quiet the hissing.
Our skin as a carpet to wipe out they're feet
hearts on black market that missed they're last beat.
We will not be like them for all our deceased; the animal kingdom won't fall to the beast.