Running, leaping, I try to keep alive.
Dodging, jumping, there's nowhere to hide.
The weather is nice; the sky is clear,
but I can feel it: Death is near.
Hunters are here!
Gunshots ringing; Agile movements I make.
Feet tracing, bullets racing,
My face embracing the cool, damp ground.
Pain explodes; my mind, now it's racing.
I think there's still a chance.
Heart pounding, I get up.
Stumbling, I fall.
Hope is fading...
They speak,
But their words I cannot comprehend.
My eyes do not see beyond this humiliation.
And I'm dying.
No longer living, no longer running,
No longer eating or drinking or breathing,
My body is gone.
But my spirit...it lives on.

--Rick is a raw vegan and a frequent contributor to the raw section of vegetarianteen.com.