In a world where sale goes
To the highest bid
We face loss of wilderness
Almighty God forbid.
We guardians
Of this dry dust
Do what we do
Because we must -
And some beasts pay
The awful cost
That wild range
Is never lost
If any know a better way
To save the wild quarter
Prey tell... and gladly we
Call halt to further slaughter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely write. sincere worries about the wild nature.