Beasts Out of Tune
By Jim Robertson
An Animal Rights Poem from

Beasts Out of Tune
By Jim Robertson
Exposing the Big Game / Animals in the Wild

[I guess I've always know humans were bad for the planet. I wrote this back in 1979.]

We’ve broken all
of Mother Nature’s laws.
In her perfection
we create the flaws.
We kick her, ungrateful,
like a child in the womb.

We could see the truth,
but avert our eyes.
Rule her like gods,
living shallow lives
on our self-appointed throne
we’re the beasts out of tune.

Out of tune,
nearly out of room.
Multiplying fast,
We’ll have to face Her soon.

She doesn’t complain
when we kick in the womb,
when we grow and grow
Take up so much room.
Her maternal love is our sanctuary.

But unless we love her in return
(as a spoiled child,
we must mature)
the kicks may cause her to miscarry.

Beasts out of tune,
the love must come soon.

Jim Robertson wildlife bison
Text and Wildlife Photography ©Jim Robertson, 2014. All Rights Reserved

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