Their behavior is horrific
but they look like you or me
they don’t have horns
or sharp fangs
they have no fur or claws
their tame faces and clean cut part
a municipal duster in their hair
scented ivy suits and black pumps
behind fortified bars and tolls
force their rage and terrorize “chumps”
nonetheless oblivious to an afterlife
this Will to Power breathes in shady rooms
just above ****** squeals –
genocide and late night beat downs
a wolf’s sight is sharper at night,
wicked lives next door
near those you meet
just outside Darwin’s Place
on a cozy street
tangled like Dingoes and Panda bears
that can’t stop themselves from
eating their young,
there are animals among us.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
Their behavior is horrific
but they look like you or me
they don’t have horns
or sharp fangs
they have no fur or claws
their tame faces and clean cut part
a municipal duster in their hair
scented ivy suits and black pumps
behind fortified bars and tolls
force their rage and terrorize “chumps”
nonetheless oblivious to an afterlife
this Will to Power breathes in shady rooms
just above ****** squeals –
genocide and late night beat downs
a wolf’s sight is sharper at night,
wicked lives next door
near those you meet
just outside Darwin’s Place
on a cozy street
tangled like Dingoes and Panda bears
that can’t stop themselves from
eating their young,
there are animals among us.
I was inspired to write this poem in context to a recent article in Dangerous Minds, concerning women guards in concentration camps during the **** regime.
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