His scream echoes through the water
Silence falls like leaves one by one
The others hope he gets better
But willing to help, none.
His body bled from deep wounds
Formed by sharpened swords
Hunters and their goons
And the bottom he went towards.
The sea crashed
Wave after wave
His blood it clashed
It was not possible to save
A body of confinement
Confidence a fleeting memory
To his mind of resignment
The results can get gory
They jab at him with stakes
"Wrong" they say
They jab at him at quick rates
It's like a game they play
Who gets hurt first
Let's play and see
With blood to stop a thirst
It'll probably start with me.
