The Specious Specie

Behold the specie that has upon itself destruction wrought,
Reckless exploitation leaving a gaping cleft,
Loathe to apply itself to stem the metastatic rot.

Blindsiding oneself to the perils playing with nature is fraught,
A speck feigns ignorance of what it would have left,
Behold the specie that has upon itself destruction wrought.

Loathe to apply itself to stem the metastatic rot,
Of life, it renders the land, air and seas bereft,
The human shows unique presence of mind, and absence of thought.

Behold the specie that has upon itself destruction wrought,
Famine, disease and drought weaving a clumsy weft,
The haves having resources bought, whilst the have-nots cannot.

Loathe to apply itself to stem the metastatic rot,
Growing greed gaily goading glamourised theft,
Nature rolling over to die under relentless onslaught.

Of rationalising pillage the petty human is deft,
Plundering nature fecklessly, shouldering none of shame's heft,
Loathe to apply itself to stem the metastatic rot,
Behold the specie that has upon itself destruction wrought.