WHO POINTS THE GUN?

This poem came to me today as I heard the traffic returning now lockdown is easing. I was sitting in my garden( here in the UK)  where I was looking at the beautiful plants and the bees, birds and other insects doing their wonderful thing…

 

“They’ve turned the volume back up again,”

said the Blackbird to his mate.

“Yes, they’re out again,”

Said the Blue Tit on the gate.

 

“Well it was nice while it lasted,”

Said the Spider on a leaf.

“We’re creeping around again,” said Beetle,

“Hiding in the dark, like a thief.”

“Owl said, he thought, it seemed too good

to last,” sung the Thrush.

“Yeh, I’m feeling pretty down,” said Snail,

“I don’t know – what’s their rush?”

 

“Then they have to pump that stuff,” said Fox,

“That really gets in my throat.”

“Yes, they’ve killed so many of my family,”

cried Hedghog, “despite our armoured coat.”

Worm popped up; “They only think of themselves ”

“It’s me, me, me,” Ant squeaked.

“Selfish b…..,”

called Cricket as he leaped.

 

“I’d hoped they’d realised all the pain they’d caused,”

said Badger, “all the damage that they’d done.”

“Blind and stupid, they are,” screamed Crow,

“Sometimes I wished I had the gun.”

“What and be like them?” Owl screeched,

“With their poisons and their violence?”

“Oh goodness, it was so lovely,” Deer whispered,

“The peace and the silence.”

 

“Trouble is they think they’re greater than us,”

chirped Sparrow, “we’ve no value in their eyes.”

“Ha! They’d be knee deep in their own crap

without US!” said the Flies.

“So what do we do?” asked the Bullfinch,

“This can’t go on again for long?”

“Nothing. Just be ourselves as always,” said the Stoat,

“It’s them that’s done wrong.”

 

“Mother Nature will have the final say,”

said the Starlings all as one.

“Infact, when you think of it,” said the Blue Jay,

“It’s She, the Earth who points the gun.”

 

by Maxine Bell @2020

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