HAVE WE HERD.

Someone said we may all go
Along the path of dinosaurs
And remove ourselves from history
By consuming everything we see.
White papers tell us how to grass,
Whilst endorsing other paths,
As governments try hard to prove
That sane things roam upon the hoof,
And more advice arrives each day
From intense scientists at play.

But what’s the point in worrying
That we may die from hurrying
That fateful day along its course
By doing what they don’t endorse,
And should we heed the wisest word
Or disbelieve opinions heard?
Be the cautious who abstain
And shower in spring water rain?
Or live our lives out bloated
Across the cattle grid.