This rigmarole

Mere tenants upon this earth

Our own stature we elevate

Devour habitats with the appetite of an anaconda

Bring our home to a critical state

Embarked upon a high adrenaline adventure

Our incessant needs and wants do not abate

Kill cross trample consume anything

Ambitions, fads and greed we must satiate

If species die out, become fading echoes in time

Tis not ours to ponder, they just played out their fate

Of course, we care, look yonder there,

We even have aviaries, aquariums and animals in cage

Photo from Reddit

Our cliques and nations with their summits and demonstrations

We protest, pledge, regulate, give up, oscillate

Impart awareness, make token attempts at conservation

Yet forever the puppeteer, this rigmarole we perpetuate

And when the end it comes, and come it will

Twill be too late to regret repent or mitigate

We seek Atlantis, and Atlantis we shall be

The clock it ticks, and yet in arrogance we procrastinate

Photo by Francesco Ungaro on Pexels.com

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In response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #121 and Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #369

Using word prompts from FOWC (echo), Word of the Day (adventure, clique), Your Daily Word Prompt (impart, tenant, fad), The Daily Spur (cross, give), Ragtag Daily Prompt (rigmarole, elevate), MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day (soul, anaconda).