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They used to hunt animals

But in this new dystopian future,

They hunt this who dissent

And track those who disagree,

And as they close in on the kill

In their eyes you can the thrill,

But they don’t bloody their hands

Instead the call their servants,

But one day nothing happened

The masters thought their servants never heard,

But as the looked and began to turn

The servants struck them down

And justice was setved.