The Hunter Poem by Mark Beal

The Hunter



The Hunter


America is like hunter who bought a parcel of land
then sold off the fat of the land to purchase hunting gear
all suited up in the very best
he hunted the poor and sick creatures that were left
and because the game had no or little nutritional value,
it could not sustain the man
the circling buzzards soon came down and plucked out his eyes
because he was warned but refused to see
that those who he spent his money to chase after and hunt down
was his own family
starving to death in the street

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