When Wolves Cry Man

by Maher   Sep 19, 2019


Today, my son, we hunt.
The flock over yonder will sate our hunger.
We'll take what we need from it's blessing
by neither raid, nor plunder.
One from the many is all we need
to leave our bellies full and devoid of greed.

Be not like man.
Tread the earth with humility, not pride.
What ills you ponder, expel from your mind!
There's no room in the heart for injustice!
Life is grand, when lived like this.
Be not like the ones who waste for bliss.

Speak only truth in the face of lies.
Swallow your tongue when struck with pride.
Be thankful for each and all you have
and share with those of weaker brand.
Cry not "Man!" as they do us;
be not like those that are unjust.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Excellent

    • 1 month ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Em, glad you like it :)

  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Clever and telling work, Maher. Love the title too.

    All the best as ever.

    • 1 month ago

      by Maher

      Many thanks, Mr Pickard. Glad you enjoyed it.

      And even better to you, good Sir.

  • 1 month ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Amazing and nominated

    • 1 month ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Dagmar, glad you enjoyed it :)

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Great to see this up there, Maher

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