26 June 2009
Read "Hunting the Innocent", a powerful poem by Cashel-based songwriter, John O Dwyer. The poem conveys the suffering and desperation from the fox's perspective and illustrates the constant struggle for survival faced by these wonderful creatures.
Hunting The Innocent
by John O Dwyer
I’m one of God's creatures and deserve to be free
To live my life in harmony
To run wild through the fields of green
Without been chased o’er hill and stream
To be hunted down and torn apart
For the pleasure of your cruel dark heart
What manner of creature hunts not for food
But for sport when you feel the mood
What kind of beast could you be
To kill one as innocent as me
I hunt to survive to keep young alive
No dogs no gun nor killing for fun
But dozens of men on horse back ride
Across the country to where I hide
Snarling dogs with sharpened teeth
And prancing hoofs I run beneath
To lead away from my den
To save my cubs from angry men
I’m tired but keep on running
To live this day I must be cunning
Through bramble and brier, down rocky slope
The day it darkens I see some hope
Just keep on moving, stay ahead
And pray that bullets of dreaded lead
Don’t pierce my flesh and shatter bone
Just keep on moving I’ll make it home
The night has come they’ve turned around
They’ve heard the call of the bugle sound
Worn down and out of breath
Once more I’ve cheated death
How long more will it be my fate
To keep me safe from these men of hate
Forever more I must strive
To teach my cubs to survive
To outwit the beast called man
Just do the best I can
Just do the best I can
From the fox
Find out more about John O Dwyer and listen to his music at:
www.myspace.com/jackanto1
