Baramundi Roy

August 30, 1946 - UK
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What are we doing?

Oh, foolish humanity what have you done!
You are killing my offspring one by one,
and then complain when my virus kills you.
Why should you not be done by as you do?

You've stripped my forests, mined my treasures,
squandered my resources on selfish pleasures..
You've raped my virgin soils in your wanton lust
dug deep for valued minerals in my thin crust.

My precious flora and fauna you did not spare
they are my family but you did not care.
My children can no longer roam sea and shore.
My plants that once bloomed will bloom no more.

Think again of how you're exploiting me
and turn from your ravenous gluttony.
For if you continue doing the things you do
then my pastures will be a grave for you.

Take advantage of this warning today,
for other pestilences may come your way.
Don't use your skills to create toxic waste,
use your science to make me a better place.

Think again imprudent Humankind
of what you are doing and change your mind,
for this little bit of cosmic dust in space
is all that is available for your human race.

Earthquakes, floods, high winds and droughts
bringing disaster, hardships and blackouts
With torrential thunder storms and hurricanes
I will swamp your towns filling my flood plains.

You've missed your chance as my custodians
and through your science and inventions
you've muffed it all, and left it far too late.
Your selfish ways have sealed your fate.

Now puny Humanity, hearken to me
for I will tell you how it's going to be
It's time for me to defend what is mine
to unleash my arsenal upon humankind.

Then my soil shall serve as the burial place
for the last offspring of the human race?
Or will you rise to the warning I am giving
to heal my wounds and continue living?
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