We the Deer
poem
by Carole K. Boyd
Born in fields by nature's plan
We deer were creatures of the night.
With space and food reduced by man
We now must graze in broad daylight.
Hunters shoot us not for food
They do not test their skills against us.
Entrapment indicates their mood.
To kill for killing is their lust.
Drivers often run us down
If we should want to cross the road
We try to stay within our town
But have no permanent abode.
We think ourselves to be quite fine-
We re harmless, graceful, gentle souls.
We've given lives to feed mankind
Whatever are man's current goals?
If we were man we could expect
Good pay for taking our terrain-
If we were dogs we'd have respect
Man would see we were not slain.
Man pats himself upon his back
And claims advancements every day
To us, the deer, man's shown a lack
Of truth and love in what they say.
If we have rights pray someone guide us
Tell us what course we should take.
If we have none, pray someone hide us
Lest another rug we make.
