• Laughing and chanting, the animals stride
    Dripping with greed and basking in pride
    Their games were over, dusted and won
    Innocents beaten, shot with a gun

    The animals, however, never cared
    The families grieved, all despaired
    Seven shot dead, two more maimed
    The victims suffered for the predators' games

    Now they were laughing, fooling around
    Pockets of money, walking through town
    The time was late and the drunks were gone
    Nobody around, except for one

    Witness with stealth seeking to punish
    Followed the men on their voyage
    He crept through the streets, his eyes were locked
    The targets moved slowly; he quietly mocked

    On this night, the tables were turned
    For the ones who killed would never be spared
    A moment in history, on this very day
    When justice is served, and predators become prey