The Hunted

 

 

The Hunted

 

We all feel hunted,

At one time or another.

Who hunts us?

Why do they hunt us?

 

Some hunt for food.

Some hunt for sport.

Some hunt for clothing.

Some hunt for home.

 

We always have to,

Watch our backs.

And those of our,

Loved ones.

 

We must band together,

To stay alive.

We can trust no-one.

Not even ourselves, sometimes.

 

We must NEVER give up!

Life is too precious and dear.

We must do what is best,

For the CLAN.

 

To keep it flourshing,

And alive.

To keep everyone SAFE!

 

The old and young,

Must survive.

The old to guide,

And teach.

 

The young to learn,

And propigate

When the time is right.

 

We must survive,

For we are close,

To being the Last

Of Our Kind.

 

We MUST and,

We WILL go on.

 

Legends, will not,

Be all that's left behind!

It's the Circle of Life!

And we all feel it, young and old.

 

When one ends,

Another begins!

Life is very precious!

Don't squander it!