Dee’s Wild Diary

War and conservation will never go hand in hand.

As horrific as the toll is on human life, war leaves behind another trail of devastation: the vulnerable. The babies… The children… The elderly… The women… And right at the bottom of the pack… the pets and wildlife.

We’re all feeling the heartbreak of the wars flaring up across oceans and continents. Never before has the world felt so close to the brink. The headlines focus on loss and conflict, but my thoughts drift toward conservation efforts. I think about the innocent animals caught in the crossfire.

They have no voice.
Their tears are silent.
Their trauma is drowned out by the thunder of bombs and the cruelty of man.

In times of war, the focus falls solely on human loss, human choices, and human actions.

But between all the chaos is the forgotten voice of the animals. Their worth and their plight suddenly fall to the bottom of the list. The reality is: there are more humans in this world than wildlife.
Wildlife numbers and the spaces they depend on are dwindling. Human populations are not! And yet, the ecosystem and the planet can live without people… But people can’t live without the animals and their contribution to the survival of Earth.

Old men wage wars for power, and this comes at the expense of our children and our planet. Their greed casts a shadow where the most vulnerable are left behind. Hunger grows. Dignity fades. Hospitals collapse. And amidst all this, who stops to aid the wildlife shattered by war?

We can barely rescue the babies starving in bomb shelters…
Who will come for the elephants startled into stampede?
The dogs whimpering beside fallen families?
The forests burning under missile fire?
The desert creatures are quietly perishing… The oryx, the sand cats, the foxes, and the falcons suffer in the land that once cradled them.

They call it a “necessary evil.”
But what’s necessary about destruction?
How is it justified to steal the future from the young? We are taking their peace, their lives, and their right to inherit a thriving, beautiful world.

Some might say the tone of this blog suggests animals are worth more than human life. But ironically, it’s the act of war itself that decides one life is worth more than another.

I pray that one day, the young and the brave will rise.
That the masses will stand against the madness.
That peace will no longer be a whispered dream but a wild, living truth.

Because in every act of violence, something sacred is lost.
And sometimes, it has wings, or fur, or tusks.
And no voice to cry out.