I Came Too Late

We can do better than that.

I saw a dead girl in the street mud,
Her reddish hair glued with blood
Which flowed slowly with the rain
Down the slope, into the drain,
Drip by drip and vein by vein...
Her arms entwined, her rib cage crushed,
Her eyes gouged out, her small skull smashed,
Her tail in shreds of fur.
My vision was just one big blur
'Cause I came too late to save her.

I found a boy's carcass by the tree.
Looked like he tried to break free
Off the sturdy rope that held his neck,
But he was just a starving wreck,
Who'd once followed someone's every beck.
His eyes bled with dark red blood,
As though he was hit too hard,
But it seemed so much like tears...
Just like all the lives I've missed,
I came too late to save his.

I came across a bag of lost babies:
Brothers and sisters burn together in Hades.
I could almost hear their mommy wailing,
She saw her children tossed off the railing
By the same hand that'd been feeding her daily.
I only wondered what killed them first:
Starvation, cold, suffocation or thirst?
Whoever did this should've burned in flares--
All these lives lost, but no one cares;
And I came too late to save theirs.

I just feel angry and doleful and dismayed
That all those lives have been betrayed.
Why for some people is it so much fun
To hurt a creature? When has this begun?
God, if you're there, do you see what you've done?
You created man in your own image--so are we undue
Or are you so cold-hearted and cruel, too?
Humans are so wrongful, so vicious and cussed,
The world we created is sick and unjust
And I feel I came too late to save us.

Reviews

[Zachary_James]

Seriously this poem is amazing.

[Harmonia Chimera]

Thank you SO much!

[soliloquy]

I see a lot of justice in this write. I often feel the same way. That justice isn't in existence in the world and yet it should be. Good for us!

[Harmonia Chimera]

Thank you, and you're right! The amount of unfair and unjust we see daily is just simply hurtful, and I don't mean only towards animals now. There is much yet we need to do or to stop doing to make this place better, and perhaps poems like that will make people realize it, sooner or later.

[Steve]

I 100% agree.

[soliloquy]

Thank you for reading and commenting. I really appreciate that.