Tuesday, September 28, 2010

We


Perfectly trained animals of prey
and an accident waiting to happen...
We circle the spot where blood was shed,
we sniff and grin at memories too fresh to ignore.
Arching backs, cracking knuckles,
clean paws and dirty fangs.
The victims lay silent, praying for a miracle,
spare no one, kill'em all.
I raise my eyes from the ground,
take a deep, rancid breath
and unleash hell on unsuspecting bystanders...
Where's life, there's hope.
But round here,
we don't care!