Universal nomads in war
Fallen comrades
Even though we are predators
Prey is perspective
I stare from the mountain
Down into the lights of civilization
And look into the dark hearts of these savages
Mad at us, because we are free
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
We are wolves
I watched them play dead
Play fetch, pull ropes like dopes
Slaves walked on a leash
Paws bleeding from the concrete
Run too fast
They get yanked back, or beat with rolled up paper
They can't hear the Call of the Wild
That's hell to a canine
They can't tell us what to do
That's why they go to the park, and we go to the zoo
Fallen comrades
The civilized savages are shrinking our territory rapidly
k**ing all trees and natural resources
The hunt is short today
My brothers
We are now the prey
Last of a dying breed
Evil ones k**ing us
While we're trying to breathe
Raid our dens
k**ing pack leaders and soul mates
Cubs go astray
Orphaned, acting like dogs
Because they don't understand
But my tears are not for them
My tears are for man
They must pay
There is no way to physically express my loss of all of you
And joys knowing that I will see all of you soon
But until then
My fallen comrades
For you
I howl at the moon