Be Kind — Stop Hunting

When dies the mankind,
There is no longer a bondage to bind.
The animals take up the Earth.
And celebrate with mirth.
As we killed them cruelly,
When they took birth.

Poachers kill animals,
To pollute human name.
Do they think taking others life,
Is a game?

Humanity is now a fake word.
More fake with the increasing world.
But we should know to be kind.
Otherwise our spirits will fly away,
Leaving our spirits to bind.

By Caesar Borgia