Gray Wolf – Persecuted


Vicious, wicked so I’m thought,
vilified has been my lot.
Through the ages oppressed I’ve been.
By what measure is my sin?
Have I ruined stream and air,
corrupted land without a care?
Many species extinct have been,
but not by my directed whim.
So why am I so persecuted?
My sentence begs to be commuted.

I am Wolf.  Look into my eyes.  Do they express intelligence?  Awareness?  Purpose?  Are they not filled with life?  Why then am I hated?  Why am I persecuted?  Go ask the little girl in red.

~ Poem, words and Gray Wolf capture, Persecuted © Jerry L. Ferrara