HUNTER – By Emeghara Collins

Hunter

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Silently, the
hunter hid…

Then go on and
positioned his gun…

Like a sniper
he held his breath…

And aimed so hard
with drop of blood…

Sadly, the bird
became a vulture…

And vultures, are
not might for bread…

But now, an
eagle is perching…

Go on and spill
your bullet o hunter…

Come, let
me show you…

That bird, is
perching good…

Go on and
reach the trigger?

Let your rifle
speak o hunter…

To shoot a bird is
to build for the poor…

To shoot at
that bird…

Is to support
a dying child…

That bird you so
search, is positioned…

Hit your target
o hunter…

To hit a target is to
become compassionate…

To pull your bullet is
to become affectionate…

That bird is
perch right…

Stop aiming, for
you’ve aimed enough…

Let your bullet
speak o hunter…

To drum your gun
is to leave a footprint…

In the school we must
build for the poor child…

Your gun has
slept enough…

Let it sound so loud
for that child unborn…

To know that
you lived your time…

Yes,
it’s true…

 

All copyrights reserved
Emeghara Collins
For Every child
May 2nd
2019.

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