My Life, Your Prize | The Hunted Animal’s Perspective

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Carioca Da Gema

 

 

Slaughtered for the wealthy man’s pleasure

Bloody with bullet holes on the ground

In the primal act of hunting, my ancestors took an arrow thru their hearts

Slaughtered for the wealthy man’s pride

Rush gone

The man’s heart no longer racing

I lay here, lifeless & dirty, waiting to be hauled faraway

Slaughtered for the wealthy man’s idea of power

Today my head hangs among others

With lively eyes and sterilized

Scattered throughout his mansion

Irrelevant

I’m one of the wealthy man’s many trophies

Slaughtered for the wealthy man’s pleasure

 

 

 

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