I have the same rights as you, I may be a wolf but I still have them.


The animal rights activists, they gave me my freedom back and took me away from those cruel and heartless man.

They saved me from the cage, where I could barely walk and barely stand.

Why? Why was I put in that cage in the first place.

Why was I expected to lie down and sleep in a cold and harsh environment of concert and metal?

I was ripped away from my family and home, from what I've grown up with and loved.

We barely got fed, had no fresh air.

How would you like it, if I put you in this cage.

Or if I took your children and did to them what you humans did to my pups and the rest of my kind.

Now, I'm back to my forest and I have my freedom back... but I'll forever hold the pain of losing my pups and my mate.

Howling at the moon I couldn't help but curse and thank your kind.

Thanks to the kind activists who gave me my freedom back,

But for the rest of my life, I'll curse the ones who took every one away from me.

I'm a wolf, but that doesn't give you a right to do what you did to me,

Treat others the way you want to be treatment.

Let's hope you and I never meet or cross paths,

I don't think I'll be able to hide my hatred for your kind  

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed