Harvest. Date: Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 09:01:16 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: backstreetdreamer The golden maned lord, king of the serengeti kills to eat, eats to live, in the shadow of mighty kilimanjaro. The tiny shrew in the hedgerow, none more fierce than he! kills to eat, eats to live, in the green heat of an english summer. Great or small, large or tiny, in the plan of life all kill to eat, eat to live wherever they exist. The dark destroyer alone, kills for pleasure kills for material gain, blinkered by his own importance. When will he win his inner fight? so important to natures plan only when darkness is conquered by light, will light shine again on the goodness of man. This poem is Copyright © backstreetdreamer Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=54353