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The proud gazelle glides thru

                      the African grasslands

and natives attempt to slay the fleet

                                 creatures

There is no way for the gazelle to fly

as the spears come flying at him

                                and

his blood slowly oozes from his body

The fleet, proud gazelle has become

                                 a meal

and the natives rejoice their catch

Could we sit in judgment of the barbaric

                                    act?

I watch a knife penetrate my neighbor’s

                                      back

I see purses snatched, women raped, children

                                abused

and no longer do I watch in horror at

                       the fallen gazelle