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That Man That Preys

5/4/2004
I despise the man that preys,
On those he thinks are lesser than!
I can see the good, and could, in his heart,
But then I see a hungry beast take rule,
And I see his world ruled by all that is cruel!
No safe harbors, for he will hunt you down.
No heart too fragile or pure for his vile hunger,
Then I have to remind myself,
He is own and most extreme victim
As we shun him, turn him out
To starve in his own eternal emotional void.
I can not help it,
but I despise the man that preys,
On those he thinks of as lesser than!

"There was a child went forth every day, and the first object he looked upon and recieved with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became... And that object became part of him for the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years." Walt Whitman