Tuesday, September 10, 2019

the bad wolves

The bad wolves are waiting
They seem to smell the blood boiling
They wish they can appear in the day
Catch the undecided leaders make them theirs

The bad wolves can run
In the dark night to watch
Though they may have different agendas
The common goal is to raid the blood banks

They are hungry for blood
The months out in the cold
They seem to grow old
The ability to hunt and think is limited

The power once they had
Without it they feel weak in the heads
So, they give monies for others to do
Create noises they aren't down and out

The bad wolves can't work alone
They don't have the power to strike
Their wings have been clipped for good
They can only run and can be shot

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