Barbara Cameron Poet Rhyme

An Animals Prayer

dear Lord save me from evil men
the bullet bait and snare,
save me from being caged
or confined for men to stare.

save me from the abattoir
or from the skinners knife,
and the plunging dagger
that would take away my life.

They takeaway my habitat
and hunt me when they can,
they destroy my offspring,
and take pleasure in the hunt.

and still they kill each other
with rocket bomb and shell,
send them retribution lord
and let them rot in hell.

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Daver Austin December 8, 2009 at 6:49 AM Yes! I give thanks for my animals every day of the world. Animals teach us to love, yet we go on killing them...how sad. Love, daver

Joyce Johnson September 28, 2009 at 3:11 PM Dear Barbara, Thank you for your kind response to my poetry. I have read through yours and you are doing a very good job of making us feel your anguish in some of the situations portrayed and in showing empathy for the poor animals. I hope I can find a happy, upbeat poem from you soon, as proof that you have some happy times. If you are really in this sad situation I hope you can work your way out of it. No one has the right to demean you. Love, Joyce

James Fraser August 29, 2009 at 12:57 PM Kool write Barbara, the cruelty in us humans is scary>>James

Debbie Guzzi February 18, 2009 at 12:28 PM and hunt what they destroy they annihilate my offspring and take pleasure in the ploy or find 2 other end rhyme words that work Babara..the poems point needs to be heard in the strongest way possible. Light & Love Debbie

Lisa Jenkins February 11, 2009 at 8:40 AM Wow. Very strong images, and I like the way you don't make excuses for us humans. Technically it's good, the only criticism I can give is that you have worked hard with the rhyming but then lose it in the third stanza, there again, finding words that rhyme might take away from the meaning of the poem. I feel honoured to have read this, thankyou.