The Cost Of The Hunt

the hunt has taken its toll

from a lifetime of seeking more

savagely raping the land

with no consideration of man

both chewed up and ravaged

for our selfish satisfaction

until it turns, in aggression

hunting its self preservation

unrelenting winds and fierce rains

bearing scars of the her pain

past and future endeavors

changing its course forever

until what’s left is chaos

devastation and loss

as we clamor and cry

making excuses for why

extinction has taken away

never to be seen again

a generational threat

never known, what we’ve forgot

and we repeat it in haste

a disposable world of waste

wearing a face of confusion

as we witness dissolution

tell me, when will it end

when will we learn, not pretend

that we are running out of time

to change the world and our lives

it’s time to hunt for real change

we can’t survive living this way

before it withers away

and we stand on the shore of despair

loving a world without care