I hunt to feed my family my wife...my kids,
who are the apple if my eye.
There are one who keeps me going,
to survive...to life....to love.
I fight hard to strive to live,
When i hunt in the night,
with only the lights of the moon to guide me,
I must kill so they don't starve i can't bare their suffering.
So I must kill for them my kids because i love them with all my heart
they are my source of joy, my sources of relief.
So why must we suffer?
what have we done wrong to deserve this?
All we want to is to be left alone
we sometimes hunt life stock that is only when there is no food in the wild
like my cousins in japan has died out,
is it our turn now?
All humans does is take,
They never give,
they cut down trees our shelter,
they hunt games our food,
they pollute the rivers our water,
they hunt us down our kind.
What more can they take from us?
I have already lost two of my beloved cubs to a heartless-hunter,
I killed him out of sorrow and rage,
My kids were only 2 months old....
How can they be so cruel?
O mother nature please help us because you are our only hope.
Mankind are selfish,
one day they will suffer,
the same fate as we wolfs,
but not all of them are that bad,
some they help us in a way we can never be able to repay.
They just wan us too live and be free not lock up in cages and boxes.
They try their best to end our suffering.
They rebel against the hunters.
They war against the loggers.
So the rebels encourage us to live on
in nature it is the survival of the fittest,
in our life is the survival of the luckiest.
So now there are only lesser than 500 of my kind left,
in the wild,my kind is the gray wolf.
So help us please the time is now,
before your grandchildren can only see us in books
and pictures help my us because this is the cry of a wolf......
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