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.
But THINK ABOUT IT,
does it take a real man to kill those born without a voice?


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