I who love to walk in the forest
Observe in the depths of its solitude
Far from the milling city crowds
Honesty between animals
Seldom displayed in jaded courts
Of human invention
There, deception is practiced daily
Prey and predator are unclear
Consistently greed and corruption
Serve to lubricate
The squeaky wheels of justice.
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