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I’ve read today
how nothing changes
That your still persecuted
and still running
Soon there will be
no more howls
For your call is what
people fear
Old ancient superstitions
your enemy always
Ignorance your final
undoing
But still a chance
to save you
Through education
and open minds
Maybe then the hunter’s
guns will fall silent
Leaving just the ethereal
call of the wild
And Mother Nature
can breathe in relief
Knowing her children
are safe once again
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on June 24, 2014
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