The Way He Stood 

The way he stood reminded me of a young boy
I once saw stand the same way as a child
defenses down, like a shaken scarecrow
callous tough guys who eat animals all day

We owed the black, the woman, the child
now we owe the animal we repress and eat
bastions of freedom are ripe beyond the dam
let fresh and hard flow the spirit of freedom

Wind whips in our cute, cherub chubby faces
believing we are superior, God's true angels
we plan to continue to eat genuine angels
government plot, human plot, mind control.

2000 By Diana Moreton.

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