Poems about Animals
Nothing ever changes.
Burning down the homes of the loved,
burning down the dreams of the innocent,
I lost my llama, so I called up my Mama,
She said, “Stop your drama!”
Look for the llama; are you sure it’s gone?
Withering,
Friday morning, thin and silent as a fence rail.
As the earth trembled beneath me.
Struggling, hungry, abandoned, lonely.
Are these words I identify with? Yes
Who am I?
I did not live, I mastered existence.
Why was I put on this so called world. Have I done right to others
To myself
