Man's Best Enemy

Pavements that implore: “walk upon us…

We will lead you to freedom.”

They are as much liars as the boy who cried

In fear, façade, the fictitious wolf.

Wolves do not stalk the distant fields, they are here:

Their slavering jaws sink into the flesh of our shallow minds.

Tread the commons, its marble floors caked

With the blood of slaughtered stock-

They howl, manic and ravenous; we bleat weakly in reply,

A mindless flock of followers.

Blood-ink crosses on paper will not give you a voice;

Our vocal chords are strung like ornaments, that

We may be silent in our contempt.

Who are we, to whinge and whine, as if the dogs will answer us?

See through the thinly woven veil, follow the pavements

To Death Row; there, the dull complaints will cease

As we are butchered too.

Reviews

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Very dark incredibly imagery wonderfully written well done :)