The Hunt

By Gaurava Gautam

There's a hunt going on, but the prey doesn't know It's hunt of the weak, by the strong for gusto They'll play with your mind, they'll make you fear They'll show you dreams of hope and cheer They might know nothing, but know how to hunt They don't go for litter, they go for the runt Beware of these men, they have no shame They have no mercy, they just love this game.

By Gaurava Gautam