Brothers bears.

Brothers bears.

The bears, the great owners of the long
and endless white deserts and of the dark forests of
the planet, are exterminated by selfishness
and human stupidity that cannot do anything else but
killing for personal interest.

Our brothers bears with their coloured furs,
run joyfully on the bright surface or in the woods,
unaware of death that awaits them
by the hands of hunters who shot at their hearts without pity,
and while the blood flows in
rivers on the white snow or on the green lawns,
the killers smile of satisfaction of their crime.

Humanity, lost in the black heart of personal
interest, wake up to the beat of respect
for nature and its inhabitants.

If we are not in love with the whole,
claws of suffering will afflict and
drag us into the tunnel of pain.

We must respect nature and all its inhabitants,
to get back in contact with everything,
feel all in one, one in all, and restore
balance in our minds and on the planet.

Let our brothers bears run
carefree on the glaciers, forests, among the
hills and mountains of our diamond of light.