Some walk on four feet
Others crawl around with their belly.
Yet the scariest ones are those on two feet!
They patrol the concrete jungle
Judging and making judgments,
Killing one another for survival,
But is that really living?
They cause the Earth to bleed
And the mountains to scream
Oh humans!
Everyone against another; all on the same team
Some take on graceful forms
And lure innocent one's
Others reveal their drastic inner nature
And waste away for fun
Others are pure embodiments of gold and fire
While some are silver-tongued beasts
In this ecosystem, there must be a predator
For each prey
Does that mean for humans there is something worse coming?
What will it be on that malevolent day?
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Gold And Fire
PoetryAs gold needs fire to be purified, words need paper to be expressed... {Completed}
