Them — Summary

AmyAngry

Years of wandering aimlessly, Or purposely through the moss Through the trees. Years of history Slowly dying Slowly dying because of us.

Because of us. Because of you. Because of me. Because of them.

Birds used to reign the skies; Now, these metallic vultures reign the airs. Orang-Outans used to roam freely amongst the trees, Manatees among the seas.

No more excuses Or ignorance: We need to act.

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Amy's "Them" is a short, urgent poem about the damage humans are doing to the natural world. It begins with a sense of long stretches of time, years of wandering through moss and trees, and then reveals that this history is "slowly dying" because of us. The poem then narrows the blame in a pointed way: "us," "you," "me," and finally "them." By the end, nobody gets to stand outside the problem.

The poem sets old freedom against modern intrusion. Birds once ruled the sky, but now "metallic vultures," which seem to mean aircraft, have taken over. Orang-utans and manatees, once free in their forests and seas, are mentioned as examples of what is being lost.

The speaker sounds sorrowful at first, then increasingly impatient. The short final stanza, "No more excuses / Or ignorance," feels like a direct challenge to the reader. The mood is grieving but determined, ending on a call to action.

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