People-Wolves

Clouds of nuclear heat rushed past by a summer
The beam of a sun hits to my eyes by a ultraviolet
Swarm of bees of voices, I rejected by you
A scream of wolves remains, calling a pack
I am given birth by poverty
Raised by famine of wars
Burnt by an indifference..
I dreamed of one, to survive …
I am hungry, an animal instinct
The crunch of bonds excites my brain
Hatred helps me to live
Fear of death generates a rage
I shall be spilled by an acid
In blue of your eyes
I shall filter from heavens a rain
I destroy your bit of world
To be a predatory animal is exciting power
To gobble up the weakling is insatiable defect.
People – wolves, people – jackals
If only to survive in human pack.