Hero follows closely his guide
The Pride of Nature in his Glory
Unsuspecting his last moments
His last breath in the wild
Hero stalks from behind
Decimation his only aim
A massacre of his own doing
He epitomises the Weak Man
Hero makes death last forty hours
The Pride of Nature slain in cold blood
Hero the Destroyer of Creation
The Weak Man in all his glory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pride of nature is with the ride of the hatred aournd us. Nice work.