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
Bleeding
Pleading
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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