Circling life like a coyote after it's prey,
then playing with it, for that's part of the
fun of it.
Knowing in the end that it will be ensnared
and captured, eaten because that's the way
of the wild coyote.
Yet, men will copy and decide to take the
same recourse with other people, thinking of
them as prey to be played with before going
in for the kill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem