February 16, 2014
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We Are Their Voice
Moments pass like rain
Wanting to save royalty
The king's crown is his mane
Heard for miles without a voice
He calls to his brother
He waits for an answer that never comes
his other half was executed
Living life was no longer a choice...The surviving brother tracks his life bond
He knows there is something wrong
He gets so anxious he growls and drools enough for a pond
He remembers the sound of tragedy
Silence after war zones and angry gangs of prey
No more "r'oh" calls or nuzzles from lifeless bodies of the fallen
Not even in his prime and he's only half as strong as he was before today...He slows down and looks around
The smell of two legged intruders and familiar blood is present
He's saddened but not surprised with what he found
He lay next to his brothers blood
He smelled it, licked it, and nuzzled the last remains of his beloved comrade
His heart was broken
Grief like a flood...When will people learn that we need our kings and our queens of the bush and forest?
We need them to love them
We are the ones that give them a choice
We are their guardians with a voice...
