The Deserve

The doe was busy feting on her dine.

The place was filled, with the fragrance of aroma of ever youth soil of uncivilized land beyond the reach of the man.

As the soil quenched the slobbers of the adorable mysterious dark clouds with a thundering grudge.

The worms and insects thrived their chore.

Nature was gushing her presence through the streams that carved the sculptures of nature.

The lost, silent woods

Preserved the secret.

Some gazes were not glimpsed.

Some steps have not been traced.

Some actions were not given prominence.

There was a wild, in the beautiful woods.

And in the petit beast, that can't be tamed where the king of the jungle could be.

The long bushes comforted,

The hungry beast manipulative hunter.

There were not one or two.

There were many,

Who watched the doe and

Her athletics.

As the petit beast,

Commenced from the darkness.

The doe was left,

With the mercy of her fortune.

Serendipity favors the brave,

She thrived the beast,

With her sluggish charges.

But even courage gets hypnotized,

By the kiss of the death.

With doe,

Been left alone by her coward herd.

She was left to bones, in no time.

Where she couldn't rest in peace

As the feast continued,

Where the scavengers accomplish

Their fraction.

The real justice,

Doesn't come from punishment. 

It comes from self-control, lessons from history, active impartial justice, and

Credible reporting.

And not with the hunt of a few less privileged beast, where the bullets could to shun the memory of absent-minded masses.

One can't expect humanity from everyone, but only when

One could love oneself, one's personality,

And by being a person who resists the negative reporting vibes that's been done for marketing.

We are not varmints, though we evolved from them.

We are humans thriving,

Between humans.

Let's promote love,

By emphasizing self-love

That transmits positive vibes

In a realm that requires the most.