The Call

I can hear the trees
Calling out for help
Because they’re being
Cut down, all in
The name of progress
I can feel the fear
Of the animals as
They’re being forced out of
There natural environment
Frightened and alone
With no place to call home
Their food source 
Being snatched away and
Them having to find 
Knew hunting grounds
While being forced to
Come into an environment
Where people kill for sport

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