From the Hunted to the Hunter

I wasn’t born with a voice,
but look deep into my eyes.
Now you can see that, like you,
I would much rather live than die.
But with my heart in your crosshairs,
it’s you and you alone who will decide my fate.
Will I live to run free, or end up as dinner on your plate?
The decision to hunt is yours and yours alone,
you make the choice.
does it take a real man to kill those born without a voice?


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