if only the statue could chase this vulture said the young boy as he spit out his blood to the mud, availed of his fate, he draged through ridges passing a strange huge statue-like scarecrow on a farmland, limping as blood lured helplessy out of his body. he has been shot inside the bush by theives for he had no pecunia, more so in trying to keep off the inner borders of his own country, that sought to use it to fight a sickness forgery, the vulture still awaited to devour, her most cherished meat. a meat most cherished by god but most chastised by men. then he looked up to the sky and said his last prayer "vulture if thou devour me in this jungle i pray thee devour not my mother; sick and dieing in the hospital.