Now We Regret

We never look at the consequences before our actions. Until it's too late.

With loads of fresh air

We seek what we can eat.

While the Lions may den.

And lay in the warm summer heat.

With spears of crisp wood.

We hunt what we need.

While the buck may ponder.

A safe place to wander.

With bows of string and tender carved wood.

We stalk what we want and look for an option.

While the boars don't stray.

They always run away.

With tools of stone.

We gather our livelihood.

While the trees are always here.

Or that's what we thought.

With advancements in every way.

We farm what we can eat.

While the Lions numbers dwindle.

As they lay in the dry summer heat.

With knives of cold metal.

We take what we need.

While the buck are for sport.

Nowhere to wander.

With guns of lead and hollow-point bullets.

We get what we want and take every option.

While the boars hide.

They never know their fate.

With tools of any kind.

We scavenge our livelihood.

While the trees are dwindling.

Now we regret.

Author's Note

I'm open to any questions.

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

From the beginning to now, how we've "evolved"! I liked the evolution theme and its truth is uncomfortable, as most truths are. I've got to find another way to say "Well done", but in the meantime: Well done.