They roam , they fly , they gaze upon us from up high;
They hunt , they prey , they snarl to instil fear and keep us down below;
When will the deer begin their descent , when will they begin to unite and use their horns
for they too can run , they too can chase ; they too can bark;
Till that day comes they bring shame to their antlers, they waste their food , they waste thier lives ,
they void the possibility of putting up a fight; they end up as just deer, deer that eat no more than grass.