Men are jackals

Gnawing on the bones

Of the innocent

Until they’re ripped to shreds

And left for death

To dry in the heartless sun

Baked into oblivion

Men are jackals

I’ve felt their fangs

Press into my throat

They’ve torn me to pieces

And I watched them

Pull my child heart out

And hold it before my eyes

Men are jackals

Hiding cowards behind a darker wind

And they cannot see me

Stitch myself together again

Rising like Father Karras

From a grave I didn’t dig

But one I climbed out of

Men are jackals

Running from the leopards

They raised by accident

Leopards like me

With a longer claw

And a faster form

That will run them down

In the end.