Collateral Damage

I am the wheat fields all golden & brown
Every year the machinery mows me down.
Whirring cutters ripping into my field isn’t so nice,
crickets and locusts, nesting birds and thousands of mice
lay mangled and broken in fields of wheat.

Vegans ignore their terrible plight,
as the wounded fade into the night.
Along come the combines and the threshers add to the score,
pounding and cutting into bits of feathers, flesh, & fur.
till the soil is refreshed with animal gore,

The plan for the farmer has already been set,
as his machinery catches all in its net.
The vegans don’t like to hear of those collateral deaths,
but this is how farming goals are met.

Travelling the highways of this continent so vast and healthy,
harnessing nature has man quite wealthy.
He alone understands that his machinery offers life a new start,
because compost in sods is built on animal blood.

Their rotting flesh is an important gift for the sod,
those animals killed might be a natural gift from God.
That which is life feeds on deaths written in blood,
whether by the tooth or in the wake of a flood.

Scanning what was once shoulder high prairie grass,
pondering the expansion of all those vegan gases.
Not once has their mind’s eye viewed the dead mass,
where mighty herds of the buffalo used to roam.
Long dead, their memory lives on as visions in this poem.
Replaced now by granary combines and planted ground,
where thundering hoof beats used to pound.

Taking advantage of energy bled from the extinct dinosaur,
from millenniums past the earth gives up her energy stored.
The monster bodies fell hard upon the dust.
Dissolving in time to radiate as oil wells burst,
giving up black gold held beneath the earth’s crust.

See how the earth is scarred, once covered in water and ice.
All matter of life is lost with a mere flip of natures dice.
Some think death is unkind and unfair,
not knowing nature is endless with no worries or care.
People can sing of their sorrow with a compassionate flare,
However, surviving is a truth, that nothing is spared.
New life is fed from bodies caught in death’s stare.