Our strong scales are some souls’ traditional prescription, yet we aren’t that solid, they just constitute our fortification.
Sometimes souls take us as reptiles, but we’re scaly animals.
Our meat and scales in great demand, we’re those mammals.
We’re caught and sold for dietary, medicinal or spiritual reasons.
We’re an 80 million year-old species that faces a purge from legions!
If it’s not about us being their daily delicacy, it’s about footwear, as in boots, or leather products as in bags, and belts they wear.
They hunt us and turn our skins into lucrative leather goods, our startled scales into arthritis ,asthma and rheumatism cures.
We don’t want to be wiped out, still, every short second, extinction, hounds us , we, the pained, traded pangolins trapped in trepidation.
