The soul for the body is not a good trade
And a medal will not bring it back
Like Hansel and Gretel you’re under a spell
You give more than your time on the track
They feed on your talent as well as your mind
From entrainment to weapons of war
With all of the bodies being blown to bits
What the hell are a few seconds more
Let some of us run handicapped
With horses in the race
Let’s see how well the wrestler does
With a Grizzly in his face
And after that it’s swords and spears
To make it a sport to all
For predators around the world
That walk or slink or crawl
Die humans die they all shall cry
And it looks like this is it
All their wars have taken out the tide
Now they swim in their own shit
The animals have had enough
As these people don’t hide their spots
The most damaged humans run their lives
With conscienceless robots
So don’t get too close to a Buffalo
Or even a white-tailed Buck
If they could use a voice we hear
They’d tell us, Humans Suck!
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