Longsuffering

A diatribe against hunting

We hide from the eyes of day
in case a predator comes our way.
The one we most fear is the man with a gun,
who shoots everything he can just for fun.

He does not realize he is not Lord of all,
he answers when his blood-lust does call.
We only want a chance to live wild and free,
not cower in fright beneath this old tree,

We can smell  his man stench