Feeding Time

There’s a species called hatred that America trained It’s fed three times a day with malice and violence Possessing an insatiable appetite that’s unrestrained It’s not a familiar pedigree but a hybrid malevolent Its ravenous sharp teeth rip innocent flesh asunder Unable to make an I.D. except by tattoos or dentures At feeding time, nothing stops those pangs of hunger The breeders of this species also refuse to censure One thing I learned is you can’t tame a wild beast Don’t get so comfortable you forget what you fed It devours those who fatten it and becomes its feast It’s no house pet; it consumes souls; this half-bred Racists created this glutton; its depravity is out of control The more meat they toss, the more it needs to consume Venturing from its deep, dark lair, it goes on patrol Feeding grounds are stores, churches, and classrooms