The Pollution Of Earth

You may see the chasing tiger,

Or you may see the fleeing doe.

You may see the floating fish,

Or you may see the flying crow.

You may see the crouching panther,

Or you may see the playing hare.

You may see the swinging monkeys,

Or you may see the roaring bear.

And you may watch them closely,

Watch them being killed.

You may see them being hunted.

You may see them stuffed and filled.

And you may look away,

Feeling sorry that you gazed.

That trees are being cut down,

That forests are being razed.

Alas, but too late to realize,

You look for a solution.

You look here and there,

Forgetting that you are the pollution.

And when you are pointed out for it,

You say that they are the yeasts.

And you do not, for a moment,

Think about those innocent beasts.

And then you buy a pet,

A cute little cat.

And when it struggles,

You make it fat.

The cat sheds tears,

The end of its time nears.

It did nothing in its life,

Except mope around with strife.

And then you buy another kitten,

And for the first don’t give nurse.

And with its last breath,

The aging cat mutters a curse.

And at the end, at last,

You celebrate your life.

Not knowing its cost,

Oh! The times you caused strife.