This poem was given to me by a young bear. He lost both of his parents in a hunt. Please humans if you can not feel our races pain and sorrow atleast feel his and know that one of your kind made this happen. I do not blame you people because I know that there are some people that are like Sid who try to help us out. Here is his poem.
On the lone ice plain I stand
With no one with me
My parents have gone
On their last hunt
They where the greatest on the plains
But the hunter
Became the hunted
And alone I stand
I feel as cold as the ice
I have the sorrow of many
My fellow bears all
know the feeling of losing one close
I lost my parents to the hands
The hands of man
Now they take my home away
Melting it slowly
Turning ice into slush
Making it to hot to stand
Taking our beloved fish
Our food our life blood
They are killing us
Slowley and surely
Soon all of us bears will be on our last great hunt.
That was his poem. Open your eyes