The Hunters

Standing

looking down the barrel

a gun aimed at her head

silent tears

track through the dust on her cheeks.

He tells her to kneel

he demands that she begs

yet she looks up at him

defiant to the end.

Gun shot rang

the echo

shattering the midnight silence

she fell at his feet.

All the others lay on their bellies

heads pressed to the dirt

afraid to move

even a single twitch.

They do not want to end up like her.

Lies will be spewed

as asses are covered

but the truth shall be found

for no one with a conscience can sleep

while they play hunter

their prey helpless at their feet.

Humanity will be lost

if this is left to fester

all cannot be shot

if we stand up to the Jester.

Picture via: Photo by Sebastián León Prado on Unsplash