Hard to accept
This sleeping
Mountain valley
As a battleground
Until you hear
The midnight
Raucous mourning
Of outlaw packs
Howling bloody defiance
Towards the overhead
Cruel and callous fingers
Stabbing their position
On saliva stained maps
Fugitives forever
On the run from hollow
Indolent cowards
Polishing toxic bait
Steel traps
And silver bullets
From the luxury
Of feathered lairs
Helicopters
And four-wheel drive
Wheelchairs
For another season
Of state sponsored lies
Denying science
Common sense
And any chance for
Redefining humanity
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