THE SHIFT IN THE BALANCE
A balance that once was free
Like the landscape before me
It may look unbalanced
Its mountains
The grassy hilltops
But this is nature
The wonders
The world that we see
Its beauty
The marvels, the wonders of it all
But there in the distance we befall
The sickening sites
The sickening sounds
The fallen
That has tumbled
Collapsed in agony
Torture
The hunting, the slaughter
The blooded landscape
Before these eyes
The weeping, the crying
The howling
Of long lost
Brothers and sisters
The packs declining
Do we resign?
This landscape so unbalanced
Here before me
I lay awhile
I ponder the future
Our fates
Our destinies
All is uncertain
But I lay here
Hoping
Ever hopeful eager and yearning
Longing for better days
Trusting, expecting, imagining
This unbalanced landscape
Will return to the way it once was
A land to roam free
A place for everyone
Be it man or another beast
Is that too much to ask?
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
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