Poem 2

How much will we have to pay,
To last through the night and
Into the day?

How much will we have to loose,
The hunter's approaching,
It seems like old news.

How much do they value our lives,
They love us for nothing,
Except our pelt, when we die. 

Why should it be this way,
Every night,
And every day?

What can be done to save breaths,
Not much, they, the hunters,
Enjoy watching our deaths.

Help stop wolf slaughter! Its a cruel and horrid thing to do, feature this and we can hopefully make a difference!
Aeluna Aeluna
13-15, F
1 Response May 4, 2012

I love the poem