There’s something missing in them. Not a hole
In brain or heart. Perhaps we’d say a flaw
in both, that lets them easily ignore
that others have a life, a mind, a soul.
There’s things they want. Money perhaps or power
or just to say fuck you to all of life.
They take it with a bank, a prick, a knife.
Gloat minutes then are hungry in an hour
And do these things again. It is their right
they tell themselves. She brought it on herself
the poor are lazy. They’re the source of wealth
of order manhood God. So, every night,
they turn their skins and raven. Wolves again
who tricked us into thinking they were men.