Even though we are predators,
I stare from the mountain,
down into the lights of civilization
And look into the dark hearts
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,
I watched them play dead, play fetch,
Slaves walked on a leash,
paws bleeding from the concrete
or beat with rolled up paper
They can't hear the call of the wild,
They can't tell us what to do,
that's why they go to the park,
are shrinking our territory
rapidly killing all trees
My brothers, we are now the prey.
while we're trying to breed.
murdering pack leaders and soulmates.
Cubs go astray, orphaned,
acting like dogs because they
But my tears are not for them.
There is no way to physically express
and joys knowing that I will see
But until then, my fallen comrades,
for you, I howl at the moon.