Beware the ides of march they said
Without thinking what it meant
Of all the ones who are lost or dead
And the messages they sent.
They cast aside their human sides
And look only to the beast
Until nothing but the hate resides
But the pain is gone at least.
Without a second thought or glance
They kill without remorse
They keep moving, taking the chance
Until they’re animals in force
But the world praises the truly wise
That which they’ll never be
The world knows only how to despise
The animals we’ve freed.
©2013 Alex Hicks