Endanger

Endanger,

I did myself,

with my voice 

finding a protest.

Now the jungle 

has marked my roar,

the pack of hyenas

track my path,

encircle my perimeter, 

throttling my speech.

The sight of vultures,

script my end,

their silence an eerie 

drift of the wind.

Outnumbered,

I walk into a trap,

trampled, trodden,

I am not even a count, 

though now labeled 

Endangered.