19 May 2012
It dripped with pain throughout these years,
The smell of hunters
Glare filled with tears,
Hid amongst the mourning moon
Though it's death was very soon,
The stripes were slit across it's back,
It were the cash that man had lack,
Coats, claws, teeth, and bone
It was extinction they had shown,
Though it's cries are heard today,
It's presence has been sent away,
You are nature's,
You cannot be mine,
Extinction of the Thylacine.
Extinction Of Thylacines • Opuss № I