POEM: The Lamb and The Lyin’

often seems to be second , obvious or inescapable. Perhaps is inescapable because it begets itself, setting up new rounds of consequences where further begs further violence. Violence begetting itself may just be the manifestation of the preyer: “go f–k yourself.” Being the we want to see in the world shapes our . Choosing violence seems to me like a profoundly apt example of reaching for a simple solution to complex problems. Still, in a whirled of lions eating lambs, being a wolf seems a proud victory and being a lamb seems only appetizing to wolves. Creative may be too much to ask. I don't believe we ARE wolves, nor lambs. We can do better. Where wolves rule the world, there is not enough silver bullets…

The Lamb and The Lyin'

They tend
That they would never meat
A lamb too slaughter
Cloaked for
In premises of a undertaken
They wore their
Like wear wolves
Not no'ing
In of the whirled
There is not enough
Silver bullets

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