They walk the wild lands, the tough terrain
on the prowl, searching once again
for someone to devour, to cut down in their prime
to encircle and ensnare - they crawl through the dirt and grime
The wild one catches a scent, an enemy combatant
a predator making a challenge, calling for battle
or just an innocent who strolled into their domain
the taste of blood is on their lips again
Wild eyed beasts howl in a united cry
a sound that terrifies
they taste the air - fear, hate and despair
a scream as the blood is shed and angers flair
The watcher walks on wondering long, why do they hate so much
what do these beasts fear in the world that causes them to rush
into a frenzy so deadly
fire sticks explode with thunderous smoke; the sounds ring around so heavy
and from above the shiny winged birds let loose, a deadly barrage across the land
turning the ground into glass shards and hot blood soaked sands
Walking away, the lone wolf sticks to the shadows
avoids the brilliant bright rays of the full moon, doesn't want to be exposed
just another vicious pack, a sinister human attack
sent to carve apart the dark night - fire light pierces the sky of black
and yet they call me a wild animal
but who is really the beast? the hyenas would say its laughable
and I would have to agree
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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