young one's cry

Grazing in the concrete pavements
A new breed of cattle’s lurking the streets
Blazing into crowded uncertainty
A disease, sickened picture of society

High above the towers masters looking down
Counting all their profit from cattle’s on the ground
They cultivate the tarmac, planted iron trees
Building temporary shelters, rotten facilities

Out there in the shadows, wolves are rallying
Choosing their own targets, howls are deafening
They wanted to avoid it, tired of being predators
Yet somehow they have to attack with remorse

The masters seem not worried, doesn’t even care
He let the hungry predators take some to their lair
He hears the cattle shouting, the screams consume the air
Yet the master paid no attention, he’s got a lot of spare

Now the tarmacs cold and bloody stench of flesh abound
Vultures gather scavenging around
Remaining herds rush for shelter, knocking for mercy
But the masters turn their back, blinded by hypocrisy

When will the running end, cried the younger one
Will these go on tomorrow, after the day I’m gone
Will my children suffer the same fate, the way we do right now
Can we not find a way, to put a halt somehow?