Modern poetry of beasts and hunters

(1)

It is said that: the beast

stole the heart of the moon

and began to be afraid of the light of the sun

From now on, the fierce light is embedded in the eyes

When the moon is dark and there is no light

Hate, the bonfire of hatred

The rising civilization and dance music< /p>

Hiding in the dense jungle

Roaring, sound

(2)

Beast, four-legged beast

The wolf and the wild boar

Lost the soul

So far, crawling

No music, only wearing black

Making gestures Code words

Under the night, crawling into this yellow mud land, ravaging it

The harvest of each crop

On the ridge of the field, Standing

Wrinkles of yellow skin

Falling, crying tears

(3)

Beast, four legs Beast

Wolf and Fox

Hate the most, the dance on the lamp

Fear, the sound of the lamp string

The falling sun Halo

Because the rings of the sun and the moon

are more like their lost souls

(4)

Beast, four Footed Beast

Wolf and Wolf Cub

What I hate the most is the hunter’s bow

On the bow, civilization and order stand high

Civilization stands high with respect for life

The soul stands high with wisdom and moving forward

Wolf, afraid of the string of the bow

Afraid of the string, put its Four-foot prints

To confirm and confirm the shape of a beast

(5)

Beast, four-legged beast

The language of beasts< /p>

Coercion, dismemberment, the voice of conscience

Weaving flowers, charming flower language

Deception, deception

Beast, four-legged beast

The sharpest knife, under the night

In an instant, the voice of a hunter is stopped

It is with the teeth and mouth of the beast

Break it, the sickness and fear in your heart

(6)

Beast, four-legged beast

Always hide in the jungle

When the sun rises

The hunter’s bow has set a net

The hunter’s language

is conscience and the guardian of order

Is the guardian of the sun god

Guards, guards a moral order

Guards a voice that respects the greatness of life.