In-Human
A strange thing in lifes human cycle, a breed that's like no other
no conscience, feelings or remorse, no Father? or no Mother?
Who would believe these animals, or defective human beings
belong to our society, and carry on our genes
Their families go to sleep at night, without a touch of fear
does that mean they also have, that bad gene that's so near?
It's really very hard to say, my heart's upon the scale
balancing how I'd been raised, and how these others fail
Society just looks at this, like scenery from a train
it's gone as soon as news turns off, not a care for victims pain
How do these low-lifes sleep at night? They think they are so smart
it seems like they enjoy the fear, they put in every heart
They laugh and smirk and carry on, they're animals in packs
but when they're out there on their own, there are no such attacks
So keep your eyes wide open, don't walk around alone
stay in well lit areas, and hang on to your phone
Try not to be a victim, and always look around
you never know if someone's there, to try and knock you down.
Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016
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