The animal people are here.
The animal people are here.
They feed on your fear,
so keep it in a box locked in your heart
and keep the key held near.
The animal people howl.
The animal people wait.
They see the world in shades of hate,
hunting those different to them.
Those that wear different skins.
Those that live to see the world spin.
There is a thin line between evil and deluded
and these beasts sit
on the side with the red guy
with cloven hooves.
They spew the same convoluted untruths
to sow seeds of distrust amongst you.
The animal people are here.
The animal people are here.
They growl and spit, snarl and hiss.
They spray their piss upon your gate
to wrongly state that you
are owned by them.
The animal people grunt,
hackles over their backs.
The animal people hunt in packs
like rabid dogs on heat.
Always ready to attack,
they wander the streets,
looking for an innocent soul
on which to snack,
on which to feast.
Licking their lips over underage meat.
Tasting their own rotting teeth
as they vomit up their offerings
to these streets they claim as their beat.
The animal people rage, deranged.
The animal people rampage
through the awakened streets,
looking for souls that bleat,
souls that fear, souls that shake.
So they can herd them up
and force them to feed
on the shit that they serve,
the slop they dish up.
The animal people curse.
The animal people leer.
They take everything good,
spoil it for all, soiled in their tarnished
oil slick smears,
ruining the world we share.
Making life grim for everyone living here.
Preying on the weak,
painting the towns in greying shades of fear.
The animal people stare.
The animal people swear
that the world was better
before others came here.
The animal people are always on the prowl
for somewhere to rest their tiny piece of meat,
to feel their life is somehow complete
because they have mated, rolled over,
farted and gone to sleep.
Snoring through their bleated dreams
for they are really the sheep, it seems.
Following the loudest shouts
in a world full of angry screams.
The animal people are here.
Sing the song to warn everyone.
That the animal people are here.
They live and breathe the same air as we.
They take the same buses,
the same shuttles
to the same jobs that we do.
They share the same world,
they see the same views,
but their view is smeared
with all the hate that they spew.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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