Time is running out. Not a day passes by, without the merciless murder of innocent animals. They dont have hope, if you dont act.

Conservation is a joke, and journalism is a business. Forest guards think of quick money, will government officers of forestry dream of million dollars in the bank. Poachers are their tools of the trade. And wild reserves become a farm. A jail for the animals, waiting for the time one of their family member is executed, poached, muredered.

Do your bit.