The little fawn

There was no reason
no reason at all
the assassin with a gun
who killed this little fawn
can call
whoever to defend him
can cite whatever rule
What Samantha did
we all would do
how could this policeman
fall
victim to this tiny soul
for the summer lands were open
the sun was shining bright
and then the rotter
took out his gun
and put out the love and light
a bullet crashed into its soul
its spirit then was blown
I look upon that little corpse
and feel its living pain
I look into that policeman’s eyes
and watch his spirit drain
I look into humanity
what is there left to see
very little sanity
and nothing there for me
the animals are crying
defying all the pain
we thrust onto their being
time and time again
though we have ears to hear them
though we have eyes to see
our hearts are dark and shrivelled
and we are far from free

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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