Rabbit Season

my blood causes terror
two, three generations removed
the day i see cease fire
perhaps ghosts will speak originally
but this deity of race & destiny
stuck in latin conjugates
wrote no word for profiling
only of the hunt & prey
my scared little bunny
these are streets of vision
of the never setting sun
where we can see you are innocent
so sorry old chap but the hounds
are barking so the chase is on