like predators, lurking
seem impassive and non-moving
and like predators, drooling
ready to pounce,gormandize its prey
in the dead of the night
the deafening silence pierces
like a hungry pack of wolves
undressed, suck the juices of its prey
you raped her as if not enough
swallowed her whole, while triumphantly laughing
we will give you indigestion
so painful you wish you haven't debauch her
you, hungry pack of dirty wolves
who attack by sheer arrogance of numbers
cannot, must not, and will not triumph
you are mistaken for we will denounce your audacity
wolves in sheeps' clothing,
you think we're not looking?
Beware of the lightning rods,demagogues, and mobs
we are full of your schwarmerei, ready to vomit
true, obsolescence should be replaced
do it with dignity and grace
don't force yourselves
or face coup de grace
