Another day berths
Strong as a lion hunting for its game
Harmed with all the necessary tools
and into a life of uncertainty
He goes...
Another day berths
Oblivious of what lays ahead
Thoughts of getting the kill abounds
While a thousand mouths lay wide open
Waiting for the day's kill
Another day berths
Hard and turbulent
Persistent still, he goes...
Out in the scorching sun
And the heavy downpours
Another day berths
Determination supersedes
Days kill insufficient
Better to have a piece
Than have none at all
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