The Wounded Fighter - Poem by chris schwartz
Be careful of the wounded antelope
It will fight until the end.
Though its calloused coat
Shows wear from man
Its thick skin
Will send a message
To the end.
She wears her colors faded
Stands still tall
To those who brave
The face of the steadfast animal
She still cries long to save.
If you have enjoyed the hunt,
Then you best give up the fight
For the soul of the wounded
Cries in mourning
And in knight.
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