The beast has been cornered and hurt
The beast has been stabbed and is matted with blood, mud and dirt
Yet still the beats bares it's bloody fangs
Even as it is wracked with agonizing pains
The beast has been hunted across the lands
Fighting, surviving from brutal greedy hands
The beast has been chased around the world
And has seen a painful whorled
So even now, as it lies bloodied, beaten and chased by it's foes
The beast fights on in it's final throes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very intense Touch my heart deep Thanks