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I love to photograph the wild things in the land If it weren't for the finned and clawed creatures We wouldn't understand the technology in our hands Sonar is what we use to get a glimpse of pre-born babies We have sonar from dolphins and bats and yet we scream, "Rabies!" We wouldn't understand infrasound if it weren't for the elephants But we only see their ivory, not their intelligence Tigers and leopards are born to be trained assassins with their patterned camouflaged coats But we make them our trophies because humans need to gloat We owe omega three's to the schools of fish who gave us healthy brains and hearts But instead we fill their bellies with plastic and tear their reefs apart Savannas and forests are turning into deserts because of climate change But we insist it's just a theory Who cares about polar bears anyway? Yes, I love to photograph the wild beasts with fins, claws, and tails Because I'm afraid that someday future generations will ask, "What was once a whale?"
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
Photograph the Wild Beasts
I love to photograph the wild things in the land If it weren't for the finned and clawed creatures We wouldn't understand the technology in our hands Sonar is what we use to get a glimpse of pre-born babies We have sonar from dolphins and bats and yet we scream, "Rabies!" We wouldn't understand infrasound if it weren't for the elephants But we only see their ivory, not their intelligence Tigers and leopards are born to be trained assassins with their patterned camouflaged coats But we make them our trophies because humans need to gloat We owe omega three's to the schools of fish who gave us healthy brains and hearts But instead we fill their bellies with plastic and tear their reefs apart Savannas and forests are turning into deserts because of climate change But we insist it's just a theory Who cares about polar bears anyway? Yes, I love to photograph the wild beasts with fins, claws, and tails Because I'm afraid that someday future generations will ask, "What was once a whale?"
myra-harman
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
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