Posted in animals, trophies

Sometimes All I Can Do is Pray

He killed majestic beloved

Cecil

for a trophy head.

What price is the ego of someone

who goes far away to hunt,

not for food

but only to slaughter,

to boast

and brag.

Author:

I made it this far and plan to keep going. I believe nature heals the soul. I love to journal, to write, do art, and music. I'm not afraid to tackle tough subjects. Solar-powered & drive hybrid. Trying to do my part. Earned my BA at 53. And, I believe, it's never too late to have a happy childhood.

2 thoughts on “Sometimes All I Can Do is Pray

  1. Thank you for writing of the madness of killing Cecil. Now in the news I’m reading lines that say kill the dentist. I do fear for us humans and prayer is all I know to do also.

    1. It’s all too much lately. I think I’m taking a break from the news. I thought about you when I heard this story & wondered what you were feeling. There’s many other choices for “heroism” that a person could make. 😦

      PS any views expressed on my blog by others may not represent my personal opinons.

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