With my arrow and bow I leap at the scene of the battle field With courage and strength I seem ready for the hunt
The Kob rushes by I fail to Target deep inside my heart Am afraid of the hunt
At the battlefield Crushed are the small fish Enslaved are the weak Disregarded are the poor But what can a common do
My eyes ache, tears roll down; The BiG fish lives, Yet, in anguish The powerless are left Alas!!The hunt restrained.