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Cry of the Innocent

On blankets of snow
Carcasses of my siblings lay.
I watch you now
Walk away.

Moments ago,
Your greedy eyes, knives,
Merciless shadow
Had snatched their lives.

As you merry about
The cozy fur and trophy heads
I prepare to ready the shroud
Tears piling around in hundreds.

Justice waits for you…

Justice of nature…

A world dry of animals, foliage, and hue-
Nature's punishment for our blunder.


© Shenita Etwaroo

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