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