The pack of hyena's
They gather around
Like a formal meeting
Laughing
Their targets
The poor and the disabled
Taking their money
Funding the rich
They can hunt us
They can hurt us
But that wont stop us
From fighting back
Leave us lying on the floor
Covered in our blood
But we shall be shouting these words
Dying how we lived
A free soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Ethan
Thanks kelly