Desolation

How many times have we heard humans say
Animals don’t feel a loss no way
They don’t have feelings
They don’t have a soul
It’s strangely naive
Why some don’t believe

Look at this infant
It’s mother lies dead
Spark out on the ground
And we are led
To realise straight a way
That baby cares
For it’s mother lying there
Saying it’s prayers

Clearly it’s woeful
That we must say.
It’s clutching it’s dead mother
Grieving away

Sorrow and sadness
Hopelessness too
They have opened a grave
And the little soul true

To life lies accompanying
Her
mother for she
Is dead to the world
That much we can see

But this sweet little monkey
Just wants to be there
Wants to die with her
You can feel, it’s despair

It’s burden it’s willing to sacrifice
Now
It’s showing compassion
We all can see how

Despite being filled in
Still the baby holds
It’s mother it will Not let go
In the folds

It’s clearly unhappy
Downtrodden and sad
It would rather die with her
No matter how bad

Heart broken so soulful
Lying beside
Clearly remorseful
It can’t be denied

Protesting by being
All seeing with fear
Wounded and wild eyed
We so feel it’s so clear

Those who would say
That they have no soul
That they have no feeling
Know not of the role

That animals play
In each other’s life
What bliss really they
Take on and the strife

Of losing ones mother
Is abundantly clear
They would stay with their mother
And die too sweet dear

Clutching her loving her
Feeling her she
Cannot go away
And leave them to be

Alone in this dark world
Where humans believe
That they are all soulless
And Unable to grieve