Accidental Poet

Blood on Man’s Conscience

There once was a time

When men thought not of empathy

All they cared about

The results of their greed

 

Hunting down species of whales

Giants of the sea

With a rhythmic heartbeat

Same as you and me

 

Raising their young

To grow big and strong

Little did they know

They won’t live that long

 

For within their bodies

Lies the oil man spills

All he sees are dollar signs

No matter of the life he kills

 

Lacking a conscience

Man only worships the evil green

Bank accounts that grow and grow

The life taken never seen

 

By God’s grace

These days things have changed

Laws protecting the whales

Lives of men and whales rearranged

 

But the sins from days of past

Lay in history’s consequence

The value of life

Blood on man’s conscience

 

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