River floods the banks red

Eyes trail like hawks on prey

Specks here and there show gold

Covered in needless dread

Still, the vultures come near and far

To drench their wings with sins

As the river and land cry for

Their fallen brethren

Stripped away bare and fair

Life is too cruel but who cares

‘The strong survives and the weak dies’

The hyenas cackle and flee

So all that is left is a wounded pride