HIS FINAL CRY

The guttural laugh echoed clear and loud

As he cackled his triumph to a helpless crowd

Beaten defeated and mortified

By this creature

That hated, invaded and preyed on his kind

A tortured grin broke through his face

As he pointed a revolver at that waste of space

This thing was the cause of all his grief

Of stolen lives and families

This lying fiend was the lowly thief

His broken laugh bellowed once more

And with a roar of a gun and a shout of pain

Death came knocking at the door