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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Quick bold drums start out loud Pounding out the terms of war Race through the frantic jungle thick Rhythms of pursuit take to the beat Let the chase begin with heart in mouth Track down the sun burnt frantic man Stripped naked by his captives They pushed him into foliage of the doomed Now running through entanglements Strangled in the vines for ancient crimes Hate has no boundaries when not of the clan Primal blood can not be satiated Carbon men shoot long arrows, cannon fire from the camp Small dark people with evil minds advance Send the prey into unkind environments To grounds and undergrowth with shouts Demise looms on horizons mist for him Already tortured from the womb On pounding feet he bleeds while pressing through In strange surroundings with open wounds Shots ring out after the enemy make the naked prey Lay eyes on him in day light with pure hate Follow every footfall falling on the ground The ugly trees take a couple of hits Splinters fly out, shatter living wood, as their demise is sure Old riffles and loaded guns come with the hunters Limited only by so many bullets screaming through the trees To kill their prey, to bring the head back intact Numbers don't lie. Momentum is on their side Why the man has gone missing is a mystery A cause for strain with sweat and grimace Small men with evil minds intent become confused Bugs gather around the fugitive Make configurations for a meal Moving keeps him from them and their appetite He runs in heat with fear and heavy lungs Filled with humidity he breaths no peace Keeping quiet requires concentration The wind must cease to speak for silence Hiding is a science Snakes want more than the mosquito No time to turn about or study wings or feet-less creatures Insects survive by flying from disaster He follows them into the swamp Lives under water for awhile A long hollow reed for breathing Comfortable for a time with larva breeding Tickling his frail and fragile body There is nothing wrong with wanting to survive Life, like bullets, fly by
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