how
Savage
must you be
to beat a
Savage
how
Beastly
must you be
to conquer a
Beast
how
Uncivilized
do you become
when you
enjoy abusing the
Uncivilized
how
Low
do you descend
when you
torture
one you call
Lower
how
do you remain
on
your pedestal
and put others
on
auction blocks
Do you appreciate
the irony
in the phrase
“lazy slave?”
Our bleeding
and crying
and dying
mirrored the
Uncivilized, Low,
Savage Beast
back to those
who branded men such,
even though they
smiled and laughed
at it
But underneath their
mirthful cruelty,
eyes yet smolder
and
blood yet boils
And that is why
we must
be indifferent
if
our pride offends,
and
our standing up
to grab the lash
strikes fear
For while no longer afraid,
we have learned
You never turn
your back
on the feral…
Beyond Panic 