A Photo-Poetry Collaboration:
Poem by Born Free
Photo by Shannon McKenna
Every time you fire off your gun
It makes me want to run
Far away from here
Just like the hunted deer
The ones you try and poach
You continue to encroach, encroach, encroach
Upon everyone and everything
Ah, Ah, Ah!
Get me outta here!
I got no cash to leave this place
So unfortunately I still have to see your face
Yet we won’t give in or fall down
Your platitudinous tactics make you nothing but a clown