Extinction

There is no shame

In animal tame

Until you dig their own grave

Where it becomes too late to save

They are not brave, they are afraid

Of the time where they can’t be saved.

Who are we to cave them,

To cage them,

Do not clip their wings

Their wings are there for flight

Do not put a mouth hold on them

Their teeth and beaks are there for their bite

Do not clip their claws

Their claws are there for fight

This is their land, where they are bound

Where we have thrown them in a hole,

Where we drown,

Where we burn,

Where we leave none of their bones,

And display them like some painting in museum shows.