Distant Cry.

We heard a cry in the wilderness Where we noticed it as of a deer Crying loud, and loud in suffering A bullet injury made it wounded And felt it as asking why you kill me I am only a poor deer in my own pathways And gracing through the meadows The nature gave us the blessing abundant The water sources, kids, and a world Of happiness, and capable to run fast But before your gunshot I am going to die And leaving from the world for ever Ask yourself what after all your gain A days meat and that too at the cost of my life Please stop the game and caprice of you. Leave us in our own world of happiness Otherwise the curse will fell upon you.