They take guns
Loaded with bullets
Around their neck and waist
With knives in a purse
They take food and salty water
Armed with powerful touches
They set off to the streets
With fears written in eyes
They shoot and kill the hidden
But their meat
Were never brought home
Nor ever eaten
And this they call
The Master Hunters
a question, who is the master hunter. in my opinion the almighty and non can be designated.
Good poem brother! ! The theme is clearer than a cry! I so much love it......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Encounters on the street that kills innocent people as well as criminals! ! well described! !