by Laurel A Rockefeller

Created on: September 04, 2008

Who mourns for thee, oh wolf brutally hunted down?
From Alaskan planes at Palin's whim
Who mourns for thee, when you never had a chance?

Who mourns for thee, oh white polar bear?
Your cubs scream with the shotgun's sound.
Though endangered you art, the hunters come
Who mourns for thee, when Palin bid them come?

The ice sheets melt
Alaskan black gold flows
Global warming swells
And far away the budgerigar falls
From lack of rain

Where is the rain, oh tell me please?
That feeds the grasslands far away....
For budgerigars and cockatiels and flocks of cockatoos
And many fields of grain....?

From Alaska oil to polar bears
To budgerigars and Aussie wheat
Global warming is all one and the same.
And wildlife here is connected to wildlife there.
One wolf hunt is one too many.
Each one damns us all....

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