our truth (poem)
Our truth..
i feel so drained, so weak.
this feeling, so unnatural.
had the energy to run with the wolves, now just enough to drink water.
is this the last?
i feel as though i am lost,
dont know where i am,
forgotten again in time,
running with the pack like before.
away we go, into the forests,
back hunting, for the one,
the ultimate prey, the one so hard to find,
once we found it, once it followed us back,
our tails between our legs.
thousands murdered and skinned of there fur,
even the pups where taken from there mothers,
to much you say? but its the truth,
its what i have seen and survived.
we the wolves have fought to near extinction,
our fur favored by them, the ultimate prey,
we are now few, but still strong,
our numbers are still falling with every year.
this is my last, now your turn to carry on,
tell them what must be said,
the truth must be told.
continue the legecy!!