I question the definition
Of hunting as a sport;
The expressions of satisfaction
as fishermen sail into port.

I don't understand the conquest
Or how one can boast with pride,
While an animal lay dying
With a bullet in his side.

What is the great adventure?
Where is the "sport" in their demise?
How can the hunter take such pleasure
Watching the terror in their eyes?

It's not a question of Man's survival,
It must be insecurity,
To destroy the creatures of this earth
for his masculinity.

I won't hear your justification!
Isn't murder still a crime?
I'm all for freedom in this life,
but, here...I draw the line!

~~by Soaring Spirit, ©2002

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"When the rainbow is in the cloud, then I will look upon it to remember
the everlasting promise between God and every living creature that is on
this earth."    Genesis 9.16

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