Son of the Land
Black Wolf's brothers move
Always follow a safe guide
Trust in a strong leader for life
Just seek survival with pride
Now see more human greed
More dangers, no place to hide
Pollution rots where wolves feed
The ghost of Jack London tried
To repair the wolf's plight
Then cried
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