Murdering wolves how totally ignorant we are

The rivers of the wilderness
run red with blood of those
who live and die
there and because
man’s influence
there grows

ranchers moved in with cattle
commodities that bring
money to their coffers
and as such
their hearts sing

people tells me cattle are needed
for wild flowers
grow because of cattle
such ignorance
the powers

when creation has created
a balanced world but we
imbalance bloody everything
and do it constantly

we kill the wolves
those brave wild souls
who run our gauntlets through
the blood stains pasture lands
and river beds
and all of you

so many bodies lying in the earth
entombed and gone
of course the moon communicates
with the howling wolves
upon

our land once rich and glowing
which is dying by the day
as the wolves reach up
to ask of him
why this has to be the way

and of course there is no answer
for men are so unkind
mankind has gone forever
the hunter now is blind
to the catastrophic impact
that his trigger happy clan
are creating in the wilderness
ever since it all began

The rivers run red sadly
the blood of those now sure
born within its boundaries
are now convinced the gore
is all that they can hope for
for the activists are few
the indigenous are powerless
tell me which one
are YOU