To All My Comrades

Universal nomads in war Fallen comrades Even though we are predators Prey is perspective I stare from the mountain Down into the lights of civilization And look into the dark hearts of these savages Mad at us, because we are free We cannot be trained, brainwashed, or domesticated like dogs Who is happy to beg for scraps Life is in the hunt itself We are greater than dogs We are wolves I watched them play dead Play fetch, pull ropes like dopes Slaves walked on a leash Paws bleeding from the concrete Run too fast They get yanked back, or beat with rolled up paper They can't hear the Call of the Wild That's hell to a canine They can't tell us what to do That's why they go to the park, and we go to the zoo Fallen comrades The civilized savages are shrinking our territory rapidly Killing all trees and natural resources The hunt is short today My brothers We are now the prey Last of a dying breed Evil ones killing us While we're trying to breathe Raid our dens Killing pack leaders and soul mates Cubs go astray Orphaned, acting like dogs Because they don't understand But my tears are not for them My tears are for man They must pay There is no way to physically express my loss of all of you And joys knowing that I will see all of you soon But until then My fallen comrades For you I howl at the moon