Peter Cloutier

Rookie (Decmber 17th,1990 - Present / Canada)

The Wild - Poem by Peter Cloutier

The wilderness of life,
is like a two edged sword,
creatures always doing more,
never getting bored.

I'd like to make this simple question,
how in the world it can be,
that those cute and furry creatures,
would rather fight than flee.

I used to think that sharks were evil,
for tearing up their prey,
then I thought of our human race,
with nothing good to say.

We don't kill to eat to live,
we kill 'cause huntings fun,
it's the only time we get the chance,
to use that frieken gun.

Kill the creature,
then slice off what tastes bad,
we never stop to think,
of the life that creature had.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 23, 2010


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