If I were to write a letter
It'd be to the lowest of Jungle -
The **** of the world.

To those who find it difficult living outside
Of the shells they use to keep the world away

I'd use my dying breath to whisper warnings

"Trouble is on the loose!"

My darlings, the world is dark.
The hunter, the hunted and the haunted
Are on a murderous rage!
There's no peace in the land of the living
For those with a conscience!

I'd tell them to wear their shells tighter,
To hold on the silence of the woods
And heighten their defences

If I were to write a letter,
It'd be to myself.

"The shell is a cage", I'd warn
The vultures too will die
The wolf will one day feed the ground

Yes! The gazelle is killed
The meerkat lives in retreat
And all that does not eat is eaten,
But they shall have lived  

They shall have lived!
They shall have felt the rush of being alive
They shall only die once