There areTwo wolf packs now grieving

It’s frighteningly obvious
For Pacts of wolves where ever
They be in trumps America
Left these days I have to say
The MEAT TRADE has the where for all
And everybody has to pay

Wild life should be number one
The endangered souls indeed
But lousy ranchers brain dead types
Are helping to succeed
Makes no sense at all to me
The cattle afterall
Will end up slaughtered anyway
And here four wolves did fall

The US fish and Wild Life
Would rather listen to
A bunch of cowboy scallywags
And probably what they do
Is offer them a couple of steaks
And then these twerps will say
Yes To killing the wild life
That’s endangered anyway

The PRIETO PACK and the
MANGAS packs
See two of each pack killed
So both packs are now grieving
And more life blood is spilled
And the cattle men are happy
And the gifted they were fed
The consciousness of wild life rangers
Now inside my head

Before they pick their rifles up
They are more or likely dead
More so really than years ago
Not driven actually
No true understanding
Of nature and the wild
And so they shoot the precious wolves
And nature gets defiled

The illogicalness of all of this
It’s down to the chicanery
The miracle of four wild wolves
It’s Utter no brainary
They argue in a circle
Split hairs day on day
And Listen to the meat trade
Who make everybody pay
It’s the height of real absurdity
To sacrifice these souls
On the say so of the ignorant
Who lay down their controls
They want to see some shooting
Call up the murder squad
The lads who know no better
One ignorant sod
Who says only a dead wolf
Is any good today
That’s their way of thinking
Ofcourse a crazy way

Of thinking about wild life
Not a sage in sight
Just a bunch of tosses
Suffering from the blight
With the confusion and the mania
Of too much red meat they
Step up and waste their bloody shot
On any in the way
and that is what has happened
4 precious wolves in flight
Running like the clappers
But shot out of the light

A meaningless persuasion
Which makes no sense at All
Don’t listen to their gibberish
They try to pull the wool
Over us or anyone
Their incoherence left
Their stammering insignificance
And the world then is bereft