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Run Rhino Run Let your thundering stomp reverberate among the mountains Echoing your heartbeat like an angry African drum Run, run far from the plunder Or perish and be torn asunder Run-run, far from the stone hearted men with their rifles and guns. Run. Run, runaway, run-away far, Across the Savannah, beyond the furthest peaks and crags Beyond the far-flung valleys and the hills Far from the stench of money Away from human sins and ills They daily come to plague you, ache you, hunt you, haunt you, taunt you, daunt you, Run Run away, surely you want to Far far, run from those whose deeply frozen hearts Measure your value only in your body parts, And in their gain subsisting in your pain, They know not that they sell themselves, their souls are sold, Only For your horn. more prized than gold. Run, Rhino Run! ! Flee far away, Run far beyond the furthest hills. There are greener fields in which to play, Run to where no human greed, can ever leave you so to die alone And slowly bleed, Run to where your calf can roam, Far from any human home Run to where humanUNkind Is the furthest from your mind. Run run far, fly, flee, far From this world, Run, far away, far from these greedy men, Fly to the stars, to the immortal realm from whence Your timeless spirit came, And never-ever look back again Mark Hurlin Shelton Lake Malawi 2013.
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
Run, Rhino Run
Run Rhino Run Let your thundering stomp reverberate among the mountains Echoing your heartbeat like an angry African drum Run, run far from the plunder Or perish and be torn asunder Run-run, far from the stone hearted men with their rifles and guns. Run. Run, runaway, run-away far, Across the Savannah, beyond the furthest peaks and crags Beyond the far-flung valleys and the hills Far from the stench of money Away from human sins and ills They daily come to plague you, ache you, hunt you, haunt you, taunt you, daunt you, Run Run away, surely you want to Far far, run from those whose deeply frozen hearts Measure your value only in your body parts, And in their gain subsisting in your pain, They know not that they sell themselves, their souls are sold, Only For your horn. more prized than gold. Run, Rhino Run! ! Flee far away, Run far beyond the furthest hills. There are greener fields in which to play, Run to where no human greed, can ever leave you so to die alone And slowly bleed, Run to where your calf can roam, Far from any human home Run to where humanUNkind Is the furthest from your mind. Run run far, fly, flee, far From this world, Run, far away, far from these greedy men, Fly to the stars, to the immortal realm from whence Your timeless spirit came, And never-ever look back again Mark Hurlin Shelton Lake Malawi 2013.
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
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