Written by Life Coach 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
Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC 2022
Edge of Humanity Magazine’s
FREE Projects & Other Services
To Promote Works From Artists,
Photographers, Poets & Writers
PHOTOGRAPHY BOOK, SHORT STORIES & MUSIC Recommendations FREE Platform For Artists NO MIDDLEMAN ART GALLERY In The Mind Of An Artist Open Submissions for Writers & Poets Photo Curator PRESS RELEASE On Edge of Humanity Magazine Photography Articles
Edge of Humanity Magazine is an independent nondiscriminatory platform that has no religious, political, financial, or social affiliations.
We are committed to publishing the human condition, the raw diverse global entanglement, with total impartiality.
Support This Small Independent Magazine
Please
DONATE
Follow Edge of Humanity Magazine
Email Subscriptions
WordPress Bloggers
Follow Edge of Humanity Magazine on WordPress.com
Not on WordPress?
Don’t Forget to add
to your reader or bookmarks
Thank you!
