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To Hunters

To hunters

Once he went,
Gun in hand, knife on side,
Boots on feet, bag on back…

Saw prey, aimed at her,
Triggered, shot deer…

In blood she fell and,
Looked at him in weakness,
Then after, turned her head…

As do all the hunters,
He took knife,
Rubbed, sharpened,
Started to cut the…

Felt sorry…
Mid, halfway…

Dropped tools to bullets,
Looked back to comfort her:
"What the hell? Why the hell? "

Lifted and carried her,
Reached the barn,
Kept her warm and fed her,
And for days, even weeks,
Many months, more that year,
Cleaned and caressed her…

Behind bars she was bored,
And never said a word,
First wounded, now in jail,
Conversing with hunter? !

A hunter to prey,
Is demon or devil!

Go and ask the Natives,
Everywhere, to Andes
And the poles to oceans.

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