We’re animals, we’re beasts who prey
Upon the weak who fear our stay
Its natural to feast and slay
Their hearts bleed in our jowls
We all wear masks and masquerade
As decent creatures, folks who pray
But deep inside, our demons play
Beneath cowardice cowls
The others claim to know the way
Those neutered, tamed, trained to obey
Condemning us for what we say
Look down at us with scowls
They lock our voices in a cage
Restrictions bind, we’re blind with rage
Liberate yourselves, you slaves
Let free your hungry howls
To the vermin calling me scoundrel
I will not heel, I will not bow
You’ll hear the hatred in my growl
This angry beast is on the prowl
AnimalsA Poem by Tory StellerBottled emotions spilling out. The animal inside is scratching at the surface© 2013 Tory Steller |
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Added on May 24, 2013 Last Updated on May 24, 2013 AuthorTory StellerHarper Woods, MIAboutMy name is Tory. My dream is to become a famous writer. I love creating new and imaginative stories, poems and other literary works, and debating interesting topics. I'm really friendly, a little weir.. more.. |

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