The wild winds of night doth blow,
the rapid rivers downstream flow.
The lion stares with his cold dark eyes,
a person shrivels when they die.
Dog eat dog, they rip, they tear;
they bleed, they burn, they do not care.
Yes, we humans are quite the same-
but we give ourselves a shameless name,
and let not the earth,
forget our fake fame.
Blood here and there, the stench in the air.
As for stepping outside, no one would dare.
While somebody’s getting killed in an alley,
the cop’s down the street, giving someone a tally-
of how much crime there is in the street,
so indiscreetly neglecting his beat.
Eyes on the leaves, on the trees, on the street,
watching two pushers exchange packages when they meet.
Little children who can’t live without drugs,
start to rob and beat, kill, mug.
Peoples big dreams, end so abrupt,
even the presidents are all corrupt.
The world is all just one big damnation.
The people have destroyed most all its forestation.
As for people like I, who don’t wish to die,
we’ll creep off at night, take off, fly high-
and murder anyone who won’t let us by.
My early years.