The Hunter

the Hunter God gives not peace, tis only dreamt by man, in all the world brought from catastrophe, all things are made, since time has first began by things upheaved so that new life can be; the weak must fail, be eaten by the strong, and losers die the death along the way, so life it grows, even if life is wrong, there is no time the poor will have to play; the lion who will lay down with the lamb will have a feast before the day is done, and all the world will never give a damn nor care about the giants and their fun; the hunter takes his aim and fells the dove all of the weak in life are dreaming of. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet