The Hunter

In my tyranny coat I am hunting
In a sanctuary
With serenity and sanitary
I have a heavy gun that hits without a miss

Solemnly, the animal lies mortal,
A man has learned to shoot without missing,
Who carries an equal lexical weight?
When I release to burn a barn,
Oh, what a destruction?

In my armoury on the mind,
An enemy is at risk,
Throw back your barking even if you write in Hebrew!
Who cares the dead rat?
Only the poor cat!
I'm not like one,
Ranter, rant!