The Big Game Hunters - Poem by Suzette Richards
Of late, too much greed has given rise
to pseudo hunters who garner the prize
of African game for which many vies.
Amid scouting and adrenalin highs,
traps set by poachers; despite outraged cries,
the jeremiads, * and the numerous sighs.
We remain placid and listen to their lies.
Game lost to posterity, decked in flies.
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