When a Life is Taken…

By Aljan Darkmoon 2008

When we take a life or lose a love one

We feel regret and loss

As well as remorse and anger

Yet when one of another race is killed or dies

We could care less

We are human

That is the only reason some care not for the races we call species

They have no soul, they say, nor can they talk, or feel love

They are animals, things that can be killed off or spared

Such is the same for the wolf

Many years ago, thirty-five species thrived around the world

Presently, thirty are no more

Five still live, though their numbers dwindle with each passing day

As I sit here on a knoll, overlooking the valley below

I think of what the future will be

Will it be of destruction?

Or will it be one of unity with Man and Nature?

All I can say is that all have a journey to walk

And all have decisions to make

The only way for all life to survive is for all to make the choices that thrives in everyone’s heart….

If a sword was pointed at your neck

And you had to decide between the life or death of the last wolf

What would you chose?