Saturday, 29 April 2017

The poacher by Grant Harbison

It’s the goodness of my soul that lets you live
But I am not God and I refuse to forgive
For your cruelty I cannot  comprehend
And on the grace of God you can only depend
Our Creator created the animal first
Not a toy for our blood thirst
In the beginning all was good
The hunt for that necessary food
Through time we should have grown
Yet our human existence has shown
When their world we so callously encroach
And when they turn to ours we viciously reproach
And poach
So beautiful is the wild
And so protective is the mother with child
For her life and her offspring just to spare
Evil doesn’t care
Poacher raises his gun
Smiles because he is having fun

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