I am a one-ton, armor plated;
living breathing being
I wade in streams all day;
eat grass; and little else
then one
day my world was shattered
by freakish two-legged beings
wielding instruments of pain
hell-bent on striking me down
a
super-psyochotic need
to make me and scream and bleed
brought on solely by greed
I only want to be free
if I had my way,
I'd stomp you flat
under my bulk
or ram this horn you so crave
into your f*****g throat
I'll topple the noisy creatures
in
which you flee
but I'll never understand
why you want me to die
