Poet's corner entry; afraid

Afraid!!!
Watching a mob,
from an inclined cliff top,
men and women i saw spread'd like a giant rug
on earth, It seems there heads were cropp'd
to look like army platoons in war.
...
Of what fear had my heart being robb'd,
when i believed oaks are gone,
mahoganies have been lost in gross,
these humans are pretty too much,
for all their coffins, woods never shall work,
conservation threats, our forest wont be enough.
...
I trekk'd in vast areas of our dear land,
discover'd i did, big is the earth,
when infact will i be big,
how long shall i wait to be rich.
Soonest,
i must purchased my self plots of land,
a must shall i carve myself a wonderful niche,
of deca-decks, of glossy walls of peace,
but these humans are pretty too much,
if all should carve a niche before i'm big,
i'm scared this crust wont just be enough.
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Great yankees has no more land,
exploring the moon, they rig'd the first flag
deep in expanse of the space so large,
but not all arenas on moon can we gad.
Still, these humans are pretty wild,
their many bouyant ilks are money mad,
the moon's abode shall full before grow we lads,
we might not meet up, it makes me sad.