The very word, by it's sound, conjures up visions
of angry destruction and thoughtless decisions,
of hatefulness, cruelty, and selfish behavior,
of sucking life dry of it's beauty and flavor.

Takes more than it gives and it gives only pain,
this beast we call savage thinks only of gain
Has no room in it's heart for a generous thought
only what can be sold... and what can be bought.

It travels the Earth, on it's shoulder a chip
inventing new ways to get all in it's grip
Never caring of others nor what they may need
only going about doing terrible deeds.

It tramples the life out of all that it passes
has no use for treetops or canyons and grasses
No life but it's own does it seem to respect
and lets all that it touches fall into neglect.

So where is this Savage, the one we describe?
Does he walk on paved streets or belong to a tribe?
It is hard to admit, yet the facts are quite clear
let's just hope, you don't see him in your mirror.

                            ~ Pale Wolf

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