So why partake in the chase?
I drop my gun -
This is no hunt. This is no race.
Nor am I the hunted,
The weak. I am strong, running free
With no more constraint because
Nature is mine. To live is to see.
I am not waiting like prey
Fearful of the bite,
But I am not ruthless by
Dancing and leaping amongst the fight.
A bullet cannot hit me anymore
Or at least leave a scar.
Time is a shield
That I have not used so far.
The hunting ground is small
But I have no role in this war;
For now I seek safety,
Seek to wander No Man's Land no more.
I hope the wounded seek it soon, too -
All in good time.
I have watched these hunts, but it is time I turned
To find a land that I can call mine.
