Arctic Poem by Kieran J1996

Arctic



In a place where icy winds blow,
And the air is filled with blinding snow,
There lays a mighty polar bear,
Laying there without a care,
Many men hunt his noble kind,
Shot violently dead, from behind,
Most do it, to pass the time,
Think of the cruelty, described in this rhym,

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