What's our future

We are poached and killed
for pleasure and meat
there's retribution in nature
none is spared in the least.
Why are you unconcerned
what has happened to thee
a child of nature you're
with a compassionate streak.
Law unto oneself
that's what some think
but when the times comes
they shall pay for their deeds.
None will lift them
and none shall save
who pity not an innocent life
none shall pity their fate.
What is our future
it troubles them not a bit
but what the future holds for them
we shudder to think!