Cacophonous sounds deafening ,
Armed people shoving ,
Fears of survival dawning ,
Acquaintance all starving ,
Unable to house a roofing,
For our herd is unheard,
Will we be heard ?

We recall ,
When times when ,
Solitude our only territory ,
Woods our periphery ,
Now that we have lost ,
Lost in a strange cacophony ,
Will we be still unheard ?

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