You've persecuted us for centuries
eliminated us for the scene
for what reasons, we'll never know
bloody carnage obscene
the moral of your ways
is more twisted than filth
why you murder us? we'll never know
blood over a puppets' coat

we linger to this very day
few have helped us out
through our prehistoric range
man inhabits with lust and greed
expanding even more without guilt
the green paper you call money
it's more important than my life?
the blood rushing through my veins
and image and sight
this world will never be
what my bloodline once knew
in this grim future
of persecution and abuse
politics is used to lie
for the murder you will wrought
killing us from airplanes
what more do you want?
the flakes of winter drift down
over the blood stained snow
an empty desolate land
it is the humans throne

thought you cannot see it
this world is not your own
my life is as even as yours
so why look down on me?
as in insignificant being
why am I so less to you?
In the grand scheme of things
I have a body mind and soul
and cannot speak your language
or cry tears of salt
but I still feel the pain
of the bullet in my skin
of the pups you have murdered
as you packed up their mother

The wind brushes through the pines
as the sun glistens on the snow
my life is very limited
but one must know
is my life worth taking?
For greed and show