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The Hunt


Cecil the lion of Zimbabwe, famous and beloved,
      Shot by a bow hunter after being lured from his sanctuary;
It took Cecil forty hours to die, how he must have suffered,
            He was tracked down, shot, skinned and then beheaded.

It was senseless, cowardly, cruel and barbaric,
      I wept for Cecil the lion with the rest of the world;
And all animal victims of trophy hunters who kill just for fun,
           Our voices must be united and strong, we must end the killing.

We must demand justice for all wild animals,
     The hunt for sport must be stopped which to me is murder;
No more photographs with dead animals as the background,
           It makes me sick to see these cowards poising for pictures.

Sign a petition, make your voice heard loudly,
     Laws need to be changed so these animals do not have to die,
The killer of Cecil was tracked down and went into hiding like a coward,
          And this coward never faced justice for killing this beautiful animal.

                              Just another trophy for his pathetic collection.

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October 31, 2016


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Rycroft Avatar
November 18, 2016 at 4:28 AM
Congrats well-done x
Onclaud Avatar
November 17, 2016 at 11:52 PM
a strong piece with a rallying message, constance... congrats on your fine spot!..huggs
Nance Avatar
November 17, 2016 at 5:01 PM
Powerfully told, your poem gives voice to the voiceless. Well done.
Green Avatar
October 31, 2016 at 4:48 PM
This was so sad when I read about it and your poem screams loudly of this devastating feat of ignorance. It disgusted then and is does the same now. Nicely expressed
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