Except A Few

With bruises, unfed,
with eyes filled with desire to live,
little animals heard
footsteps, started to grieve.

The other group was taken away last night.
The hands only spared the weak.
That group had teeth to bite.
Yet,hearing footsteps, they couldn't help but shriek.

The more time, the more hunger.
Little animals,they just wish to eat.
Even if that is poison mixed meat,
in the end,they're only going to lick
the hands that gave them poison mixed meat.

Then little animals, they could clearly hear
big footsteps coming near.
The mere sound made them shiver.
With dear ones, they shared the fear.

With eyes filled with desire to breathe..
Little animals' feet recede
as soon as the tiny door opens,
their eyes on a shriveled old man..

This old man was running over,
only man who was sober
scattered dust into eyes of cruel fools
and saved the little poor souls.