23 June 2012
The mournful cry of a wolf, Across the woodland pine, Sending you to shivers, Wracking up your spine.
That cub that you've just shot down, Was his only child, Now his grief and rage, Will surely drive him wild.
Again the howl comes, haunting, Reminding of your deed, It sounds so sad, a painful cry, The fearful, planted seed.
You've killed a wolf cub on this day, Two months, nothing more, This wolf has done you nothing wrong, And you have killed - what for?
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Deep within the forest, The wolf searches for his son, The sound of shots have rung and rung, But still onwards he will run.
He doesn't understand what's wrong, Or why his boy won't answer, Humans still across the earth, And spreading like a cancer.
Where's his son? His only child? Oh what has gone so wrong? Another howl, a whine, a sniff, Hoping son will join his song.
The Wolf's Cry. • Opuss № I