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Colleen Courtney

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Lions, tigers and elephants
Deer, rabbits, squirrels
ALL animals
Big and small
Some living in far off jungles of the world
Others in the woodlands of our own backyards
But ALL deserve to go and roam about their way
Trusting and believing
That they are safe to do so
ALL deserve to lay their heads down at night
With the hope that they will awaken
With tomorrows light
ALL animals-they ask for nothing
Only wishing for and expecting ALL of the above
Which is nothing more than what
We wish for and expect as human beings

So why do some feel that it is okay
That it is their right
To hunt down, shoot and kill
These innocent and unsuspecting
Beautiful creatures?

It is not okay!
It is cruel!
It is heinous!
It is an abomination!

And it needs to stop
It needs to end
Once and for ALL.

Submitted: Sunday, January 26, 2014

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  • Gold Star - 12,600 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (8/3/2014 4:22:00 AM)

    All have the rights to live life with dignity be it human or animal but with the thought of might is right sentiment,
    weak and mute are subjected to barbaric treat..............a very touching poem composed nicely (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 330 Points Chris Zachariou (7/9/2014 7:12:00 AM)

    I love the sentiment of this poem. A good poem is one where the reader can bring his own story, feelings and sentiments and find them reflected in the words he is reading. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 81 Points Cheryl Butler (6/10/2014 9:51:00 AM)

    But ALL deserve to go and roam about their way
    Trusting and believing
    I love your stand on beliefs in this write It made me think about the cruelty tht is game hunting I enjoyed it! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,891 Points Akhtar Jawad (5/26/2014 10:59:00 PM)

    He prayeth well, who loveth well
    Both man and bird and beast.

    A great poem.
    He prayeth best, who loveth best
    All things both great and small;
    For the dear God who loveth us,
    He made and loveth all.
    Your poem reminded me of The rime of the Ancient Mariner (Samuel Taylor Colleridge) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,680 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/25/2014 10:59:00 PM)

    conservation is a socially important subject and we humans have a past history for thousand years where their forefathers were hunting gatherers and lived in forests. However now the situation is different and we can adjust with the situation and hunting no more needed for our day to day life. But unfortunately the forests are dwindling and hunting still continues which a thriving business it is seen through the reports. Human conscience is needed to curb the menace and this poem resembles as a commitment for anti poaching and in that sense a very informative and nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 118 Points Timothy Caffery (5/25/2014 10:31:00 PM)

    Are you a descendant of Thoreau? ! Holy sh! zznit. I hear Walking in this, Paradise (To Be) Regained and it resounds in me like a CIA psychological torture technique. In penetrates sentiment like justice plunges into hell to save the suffering. It's so right it doesn't make sense, it can't, but it can't not. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,293 Points Daniel Brick (5/16/2014 4:23:00 PM)

    I'm l00% with you on this issue, Colleen. I have never been a hunter or desired to be one. However, I have relatives
    who ARE avid hunters and they used to give me an earful if they even sensed I was being critical of them. I wasn't. I'd say LETS AGREE TO DISAGREE AND DROP THE TOPIC, and that would really set off one of my uncles. They were as convinced of the rightness of their position as we are of ours. And what is this situation called - STALEMATE. I remember an episode of NORTHERN EXPOSURE when the NY doctor is coerced into going hunting. He wounds a deer and it takes hours to die. He tells the hunters, IT'S NOT THE KILLING I CAN'T ABIDE. IT'S THE DYING. Exactly, the willful infliction of pain is something unworthy of human(e) beings. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,680 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/10/2014 2:59:00 AM)

    But how long are they safe? Until the gun shoots them by a cruel poacher who sees only the monetary benefit from the body of the wonderful life. Very good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,389 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (4/8/2014 10:22:00 PM)

    Hurrah! Let us all like you make this voice heard loud enough by every human being enabling all other living beings to live on this planet safely. Let us tell people that, just like humans, every other being too has its own right to live and no one else has any right what so ever to deny that. This is the crux of Lord Buddha's teaching. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,718 Points * Sunprincess * (3/26/2014 12:12:00 PM)

    ..........I totally agree with you....every word you said is the truth...and it is very sad when people do this for no good reason at all.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 913 Points Susan Lacovara (3/22/2014 10:33:00 AM)

    Most of my truest friends are indeed four legged! I share your beliefs wholeheartedly. PEACE to their paws (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 803 Points Denis Martindale (3/14/2014 4:23:00 AM)

    My Stephen Gayford wildlife poems describe the animal predators as well as the human hunters. So even if all the human hunters stopped, the animals would still hunt each other. (Report) Reply

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