Wild Men of Sorrows
Actions of wild men of sorrows
Eagerly take center stage anywhere
Wagging their tails like wild cats
To the shadows of rats in a cage
Words and actions of men of peace
Are like honey pasted on a tongue
And finding their way down the gullet
Of a hungry and starved pauper
Yet such hearts are rare, not known
Those available often go to sleep
On beds they snore without speech
Folding their arms as the world weeps
Actions of wild men of sorrows
Grows wild with each destruction made
Loading history with bread and butter
Celebrating as tears gash from victims
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