Our absolute strongest body part here,
My body’s weapon against the wild
Or the carnivorous utensil. Hear
The sound of someone’s lone crying child,
Our true reason. These pioneers make us
**** with teeth, **** with the strength of diamonds.
The sound of tearing flesh brings no disgust;
Because, for our village, we need violence.
We are a forgotten tribe, struggling.
Yet, they come looking for us, civilize
Our people, pacify our suffering
And encase our lives with their ignorant lies.
So, we are left with only one defense,
**** them and eat them, then feast with the rest.

*November 25, 2013