Grazers
Imagine in city
Of iron, concrete
Imagine restaurant
People in, people out
"Grazers" Neon Signs.
Observer can wonder: "What is this? "
If one reads the Wild West
The looting, Invasions
Racing by sledging
Murder-Rape,
And abuse
Till the dogs
Seek their roots
A Call to Wilderness
Yes wrote it Jack London.
One can see waves of change
It sounds too extreme in reverse
Being or acting as "Innocent Animal".
What are we; the people?
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