FuCken Hurbz (Poem)

I can’t remember when I stopped looking the world in the eye
I can only remember the reason why

What’s lower than a hurb on the chain of survival?
Reminds me of a page I once tore from the Bible

‘Do not fear the people of the land,
for they will be our prey…’

Yet the world remains silent
as they get stepped on and flayed

Getting hurbed up by hurbs
is a game that I won’t try

The day I get my shot
is the day I’ll look the world in the eye

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