The Wild
When I says I from South Africa.
People usually ask me,
Does the wild live amongst you?
I would smile, and say,
Yes they do.
They are roaming the streets every day.
But the secret is,
They look like you and me.
Our murderers, rapists, drug lords,
and pedophiles.
They are just camouflaged.
Hiding behind their devilish smiles.
They act like human beings.
The only difference is,
They have hearts as black as coal.
And only one goal.
To hurt other people.
They are roaming in a manmade jungle.
Growing each day, in numbers.
Because they sold their souls.
For wealth and power.
It takes courage to tame them.
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