Their sharp canines stick out like knives,
Their shiny white teeth they use to survive,
Their persistent laugh echoes with greed,
When nothing seems enough for their breed,
Their dark eyes always keen for another’s kill,
The hard fought kill won with steel and will.
They chase for the lone king in packs of unity,
Unified by their lack of respect and sense of dignity,
The lion’s roar fades in the struggle to survive,
Amidst a sudden onslaught of madness to flee it must oblige,
A towering leader hurt, weakened and weary,
Losing a battle only won by those knit tightly.
EXPRESSION THROUGH WORDS. 