The Road's Will

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To a badger, an ode

Your yellowing fur

Lines the rainy road

Where you're a blur

They shot you dead

As if you were a beast

Now tinge puddles red

And are a maggot's feast

Your corpse marks tar

Which stole your home

As I pass by car

Paths you can't roam

Suspect of infection

Dragged so it spread

Culled for his protection

So it's him you dread

You were wild and free

Now trapped for eternity

This was your strife

Till he ended your life.

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