The Bounty
So they put out a bounty
On his head
Not just one, But every county
Alive or dead
Away he will not run
His character will not waiver
Not at night, Not in the sun
Survival his endeavor
Some he killed for a reason
Others for pleasure
He did enjoy the killing season
His evil had no measure
For his crimes he must pay
Who will bring him trial
So they wait for the day
It may be awhile
Copyright © Jay Moore | Year Posted 2018
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