Humanity is wrong.

 

 

 

 

Every day,

The hurt,

It wakes me.

 

I am the feline,

Across the road,

coddled by mange's kiss.

 

Who am i?

 

I am he,

The pitbull,

You force to hate humanity.

 

I am,

The horse,

Beaten beyond recognition.

 

I am all of them,

Living on the streets,

And dying in shelters.

 

America,

The land of the dead,

Humanity's holocaust.

 

Some say euthanasia,

if  i could,

i'd hollar genocide.

 

WE are those animals,

Who only came,

To be sent to the other side.

 

 

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