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Book 8 Page 50

Gorilla war fair

 

Man in green, so hard to be seen.

I’m trying to kill him and he’s trying to kill me.

 

He’s got no business in my land,

this round eyed imperial man.

 

I don’t know him, and he doesn’t know me.

but my ways are not his ways and he just won’t let me be.

 

So I’m trying to kill him and as soon as I see the whites of his eyes,

he’s going to die.

 

He’s going to die or it will be I.

I think it will not be I.

 

I hear him in the trees, so I shoot off several rounds.

And I hear him moan and I think “he is downed.”

 

No time to worry about him for;

I think there are more.

 

Got one, now I’m looking for more.

Looking for more to even the score.

 

No longer do I cry, or question why.

But I just look for more to kill, so I don’t die.

 

 

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au   dominicj7@poetry.net.au 2/11/99