Hunted

Their wings get clipped
their tails get tied
with nets restrained 
ensnared
horns cut off,
left for dead…

The hunters became the hunted
for their horns,
for their skin
all in the name of greed,
earth’s balance thrown off keel…

Humans invaded their territory
their free reign taken away,
chased out of their habitat
in the cycle of life,
their survival became unsure
their possible extinction a harsh reality…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Nandy Avatar
July 28, 2010 at 8:31 PM
WILMA , IN THIS POEM YOU HAVE BROUGHT OUT THE HARSH REALITES OF THE CYCLE OF LIFE VERY WELL ! =Raj
A   Avatar
July 28, 2010 at 7:54 PM
we can be ugly towards our humanity, giving it such a bad name when it comes to nature, poor compassion some have. Enjoyed your poem,..p.d.
Byrne Avatar
July 28, 2010 at 6:38 PM
I'm with you on this!
Mehta Avatar
July 28, 2010 at 4:29 PM
A nice write with strong thoughts on the hunted, Wilma
La France Avatar
July 28, 2010 at 1:37 PM
I just hate hunting ~ I do not understand how anyone can kill one of God's creatures just for greed or fun ~ I am not talking about when people must hunt for food ~ that is something entirely different ~ your poem has a powerful message ~
Sweetheart Avatar
July 28, 2010 at 11:55 AM
Wilma this could apply to all endangered species ... its simply the cry of the hunted in poetic words so well written my dear friend... much emotion.. could feel the panic of the poor beast or sweet animal... enjoyed.. with luv..
A  Avatar
July 28, 2010 at 11:17 AM
WOW, AWESOME WRITE, ENJOYED -SKAT
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