These Monsters

I never trusted these monsters
All they do is take
Never do they give back
Since time began so it has been

I never trusted these monsters
They are killing us
My friend the Pelican
His wings will not work

My friend the Swordfish
She was gulping for air
Last I saw her
Now I cannot find her
Anywhere

I never trusted these monsters
Big and boisterous so loud
My feathers are getting heavy
My lungs will take no air

I never trusted these monsters
I knew they would
Be our death

And they call each other
Brother, Sister, Mom and Dad
A family called man
Speaking of love, peace,
Harmony

Killing each other
Greed and lust
Wars and politics
Monsters through
And through

I thank the mighty one
I was born into my family
Not the family of man
Murderous monsters

It is my belief
They will pay dearly
in the end

Author's Note

Simple words from simple me .. spoken for the sea life dead and dying by a monster called man (and woman)

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

Powerful words spoken from the point of view of a creature other than man. We are monsters, thinking the whole world belongs to us to do with as we please. On the radio I hear interviews with representatives of big corporations, and I hear them talk about how profit comes first, it seems that they use it as an excuse, a way to justify their actions, and maybe a way to feel like none of it is their fault. Profit should not come first, and it should never excuse destruction to the environment. All these living creatures are dying so a few of us monsters could have profit. Thanks for sharing your emotional poem about the oil spill.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Aye, there be monsters here! I'd rather live like a native American, never owning the land and only taking from it what could be replenished. But society won't let me live the way I choose...I have to have numbers and identification, adresses and phones and junk...it's all just junk to me. But I'd be happy in the wilderness with a few neighbors for company and a good dog.