To All My Comrades - MF Grimm

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, killing all trees

And natural resources.

The hunt is short

Today.

My brothers

We are now the prey, last

Of a dying breed.

Evil ones killing us

While we’re trying to breathe

Raid our dens, murdering pack leaders and soulmates

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 joy is knowing

that I will see all of you soon.

But until then, my fallen comrades, for you,

I howl at the moon