Ever known fear like I have?
  Try lookin' down the barrel of a shotgun.
    Being at the mercy of another man.
 It don't make you feel too joyful.
Your life is held by one finger resting on 
  that trigger.
 You're hanging by that scarlet thread,
   And another man's got the scissors.
You've never known fear.  Not till you've faced
 death
  at the hands of another man.

Two movies sparked this poem--Rosewood and Powder. In Rosewood "the hunted" is a black man who was shot by a a white man who wrongly accused him of beating up a white woman. In Powder "the hunted" is a deer who was shot by a hunter (watch the movie and you'll know what I mean). This poem attempts to give voice to the one being hunted in an attempt to let you know how it feels to be the on the other end of the gun.