Oh such a cruel joke
Man has played on you.
How destructive,
Was His hand for you.
Almost two late,
Man felt His shame.
Brought you back again,
Just as Extinction,
Loomed over you.
Promises of protection,
He did give to you.
Safe from mans hand,
On the land set aside for you.
'Roam free' man says to you,
Grow and repopulate this,
Land protected for you.
Proud you are again,
As God intended,
You to be.
Closer and Closer,
Man en-cringes of you.
Less room to hunt,
Man now gives to you.
Survival is what,
Your instincts, tell You.
A small calf or lamb,
looks good to you.
Because man has grazed,
Them right next to you.
Oh what a cruel joke,
Man now plays on you.
Poisons and traps,
He has in store for you.
His big gun man now,
Points at you.
Only death man has,
Left for you.
Survive by mans hand.
Extinction by mans hand.
The only choices man,
Will Ever give to you.
No longer will nature be,
The one to guide you,
On this land that God,
Placed you onto.

Written by:
Asha`di
2010


Link to video of mans destructive hands for the wolves that roam this land.
The images on this video inspired me to write this for you, as my heart filled with tears for the proud wolve.

http://journey.bondageradio.com/
or this one  http://s836.photobucket.com/home/Asha_di/allalbums