The Human Wolf Poem by Sandra Feldman

The Human Wolf



Are we Wolves
Or are we People?
Are we real,
Or just appeal, ?
Imaginary riddles,
Waiting for something to steal.

Traps, slippery arguments,
Fool you once, Fool you twice,
Third time,
Just out of vice,
The human wolves are preying,
And hunting in the land,
Better avoid them completely,
Or all that you'll have left,
Will be sand.

Saturday, July 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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