Hunted and killed
for spoils and sport
the jungle finds
no cause for death
when life is so abundant
that it festers
and rots a man’s
mind until
he kills
his kind.

Mounted and paraded
for exhibition and pageantry
the prey finds
no cause for celebration
when death is so abundant
that it festers
and rots a man’s
kind until
he loses
his mind.

We, the prey, live in DANGER
of dying in a jungle of
cross-binding beasts
selling cures of hate to the
few sick with tainted LOVE.

We, the beast, live in danger
of the end of time
as time fades without the need
of a rapture
because in the jungle of this beast
we all are
inDANGERed
species.

Aware

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