Odious Beast

It's not a pretty world

When your view is obstructed.

With harmful and hate-filled

Odious beasts.

Venomous cretins.

Avaricious, and callous 

And steely and cold.

The power they crave

Wrested in those they devour.

With fear feeding their engines.

Ingrained year on year.

Stripping away one more layer.

Another level of cheer.

And the beauty of the sky,

And of snowflakes, of tigers,

And of bees

Drifts further from view.

But thank god they're still there.

S. Camplin