I am the dingo

I used to always walk this land,
With sure feet and sturdy hands.

My coat was as red as the dirty path,
A trophy of glory, no need for a bath.

They used to look at us with strong adoration,
Now with pity for our broken nation.

Now the land bears silver teeth,
And my pack shudders as we hide beneath.

Beneath the blue sky, that’s replaced the stars
Even faded, they’re still there like a scar.

Our walls are closing, tighter and tighter,
As the two-legged creatures' lights grow brighter and brighter.

Shining bullets as fast as a hawk,
Stopping us citizens with a squawk.

They try to rid us of land we rightfully own
No second thoughts about us are shown.

We are the animals. I am the dingo.
It doesn’t matter that we don’t speak your lingo.