In essence now I have to say
That life does not belong,
To a race of born destroyers,
Who can never admit they’re wrong.
They see the world in a complex light
Yet never seem to find,
The answer to the question
Of why they murder their own kind.
The only species on the planet
That let emotions rule the brain,
In the land of peace and harmony,
They are the harbingers of pain.
From the depths of adolescence
They emerge with gun in hand,
Hell-bent on destruction,
They are impossible to withstand.
Making sport of all their enemies
They tread on those who cross their path,
And whosoever shall oppose
Must suffer their violent wrath.
In essence now I have to say
I do not understand their ways,
While dreams of freedom run through my mind,
I lay here in a daze.
I hear the shouts and know they’re coming
As I scamper in sudden fright,
Against the sound of horses galloping
They fire their pistols in the night.
“There he is!†comes one of the screams
From a horseman to his friends,
“I see him!†comes the delighted reply,
And then a bullet he sends.
A rush of air escapes my lungs
As it flies right past my ear,
I quicken my pace in sheer panic,
As I hear the men grow near.
While fleeing the approaching battalion
I wonder what wrong I’ve done,
I think of my family and beautiful home
As smiling, they aim their gun.
In essence now I have to say
As upon my door Death knocks,
Life does not belong to me either,
After all, I’m just a fox.
I tried to write this as best I could from the perspective of the fox.
Just imagining what life must be like for them...
Anyway, if you can, please comment again. Opinions mean a lot to me in terms of poetry.
