"SNARES UNSHACKLED" | Rwanda | A Poem by Solomon W. Jagwe
07 April 2009
I watched as a gray streaking hare, hopped and leaped into the air with a flair, only to land smack right in the middle of a snare, blinded by the the intense glare of a blinding flare, was the hare in a scare that was rare? wiggling this way and that way but going no where, it lay quiet and still with its belly laid bare, a hunter stopped to stare, at this forlon creature so tight and gasping for air






























