Chase

I’m living in a wounded place
And tears are raining on my face
I’m looking for a safer space
Targeted by the bullets that chase

And the race is being run,
As the hunters grab their gun
I am running,
Running, praying
As the air steals from my lungs
I am staring,
Staring down the barrel of a gun

And I hear them snarling at my feet
Their growling stomachs craving meat
In desperation my heart beats
As I pray to God for their defeat