A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

Alien Hunters Feast

Pain, what is pain?
You speak of it, you know it's name
You bawl and wail, water falls from your eyes?

So many more of you
So many yet so few, the animals we left here too
There life means nothing to you

You hunt and feed on all your beasts
Predator of flesh, blood and bone
You find your ways to use what you don't own

Now hunted you are, now meat, now bones
Your place at the table; taken by your foes
Though alien we may be, this was once our home

Now mankind is not free
Because it's been overthrown
We enjoy raw meat and now you I own

Because to us you are meat, because to us you are bones

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