Extinct Echoes

I wish old animals didn't get extinct.
Maybe my views might be a little distinct,
But my instincts say the old days were better,
When people couldn't figure out if the Earth was round or flatter.

Later, we wish to live that ancient glory, the same story —
When dreams were shattered, yet nothing really seemed to matter.

Wetter places were homes of giant beavers,
But they were averse to the change in the natural surroundings,
And poor creatures were not that clever
To adapt —
They couldn't,
And their downfall was grounding,
Which made them leavers.

Woolly mammoths used to live in Ice Age peace,
But climate change and humans’ arrival made their existence cease.

Saber-toothed cats lived in grasslands,
No magical wands could bring back the loss of their prey species,
And later they became prey to hunting human faces,
Cutting them in pieces.

Flightless dodo inhabited forests.
Overhunting by sailors left their existence in stories and jests.

Dire wolves were seen in forested mountains,nearby fountains 
But the lack of their specialized diet
Ended their lives making them quiet,
Leaving behind only their stains —
Which also got washed away in rains.

Great auks, found in marine environments,
Became locked targets in cold weather for their feathers, used for decorative ornaments.
And their remains are hung in today’s apartments,
Or at pawn shops and departments.

The golden toad died with a heavy load
Of fungal disease that took them down an unfortunate road.
Once found in the Monteverde Cloud Forest,
But now no signs of them, no sound loud or smallest
I hope they peacefully rest.

Caspian tigers once roamed the river valleys.
With the rise in hunting by us humans,
They were found dead daily.

Passenger pigeons once gathered on trees —
They were even used to pay someone — like grease.
But due to heavy deforestation,
No station was left for them to settle,
And they ended up losing their life battle.
Now a hypothetical particle, like a geon,
Their silence now echoes through every passing eon.

Pyrenean ibex used to be found in coastal areas along lakes,
But those snakes disguised as humans — called hunters —
Killed all the remaining ones
To sell them for high bets to punters,
Left a vengeful hex from those innocent ibexes.

People argue with me that humankind — of which I belong —
Would have suffered if such animals still existed among us all along,
And it would’ve ended with them killing us rougher.

Wait and buffer...
Aren’t we making our own death graves?
Wiping out the human race
With hazardous factories
And nuclear weapons?

But still blaming innocent extinct animals...
As if that's what happens.