The Cull

 

There is news of a cull to reduce our numbers

the veracity of this is endorsed by human voices

We tremble in a collective fear of annihilation

Are we to be hunted, taunted then slaughtered

Will there be time to say farewells

We huddle together waiting for the sound of gun fire

of dogs and trucks

Our young cling to their mothers

wild eyes glance to and fro

We are powerless and despised

We are to be exterminated because we are too many

we no longer serve any useful purpose

We are obsolete, a spent force, not like them

as inferior animals we will be taken from the herd

a commodity to be dispensed with

We have done nothing wrong

but we will stay together, close and united

until the end comes