Treasure Island

Nick Miraglia


Hunting


Some people persecute hunters,
For killing poor, innocent animals,
But they do not see our reason,
That we think of every hunting season.

It is needed for the species sake,
So that they don’t get overpopulated,
And then when they do,
They die of horrible diseases.

There are tons of regulations,
So that we don’t over hunt them to extinction,
We know this is true,
Because the laws change from season to season.

The body doesn’t go to waste,
My family likes to eat it,
It tastes pretty good,
Not to mention that it’s cheaper.

I like to hunt a lot,
I feel bad after every kill,
But it’s better to be hit by a bullet,
Than be killed by suffering from a disease.

Submitted: Thursday, May 07, 2009

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