Wild Dogs And Politicans Poem by Mikhail Davis

Water gives life
Water draws all it creates back unto its self
Death to the slow and inexperienced drinker
Death is well organized
It will lie still in the marsh grass
For hours perhaps days, kept sharp
And aware by pangs of hunger and the
Instinctive knowledge that the hunter
Is also the hunted

There is honor and fairness in the methods
Used by the beast to procure his must needs
No shame, no blame

But oh the human being