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This is a rather different approach I thought I'd try.. Hoping some one would read and give me some helpful comments/criticism
Seated on a bench, tail lying motionless
My domain never makes me feel whole.
Pockets chock-full with paper and lead
A pencil and pad as my ammunition
Voicing my views and moods day in and out
The world wants to change with control and vigour
Paws raised, shedding lives as fur
Different Caste, creed and species
Handling their own as rubbish, as if they are they over you
Instead of kinship turned against another
Revolutionize by the raise of a pencil
Moving hearts through words and meaning
Wipe out those biases that poison us
Clearing judgements of first glance
A lone wolf maybe on his own
but it can bring future peace