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That path was where my Fathers'
Used to kill two legs,two hands,
One-head, and a tail animals
Being habitual way we live in my land
I inherited that hunting, Animals I meets
Have four legs,four hands,two heads,
And two tails.
But I always pray for the fat animals
And they signal me to shoot them
But no gun I own could maime any
I used the local stick to source
The ones that came out the little ones
I shot could not be found
I cried all these days but
That road, no, that path was
Where sustained my ancestors.

Who knows what has happened to us
These days,in the pursuit of opulence?

Prince Odimegwu Onwumere

Copyright 2004 Prince Odimegwu Onwumere

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Odimegwu Onwumere

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The following comments are for "Hunter'S Tale"
by Princeo

Hunter'S Tale
So thought provoking. Things in these days and times are not the same. It's a differnet world. Nice job Princeo.


( Posted by: Char [Member] On: September 21, 2004 )

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