Animals

The concrete's hard on the lion's toes
And the bones connected to bones
But he pounces on it every day
Sneaking on his prey

The shark will swim in his saltwater pool
In a penthouse on Madison Avenue
Poised, pointed forward, he is ready
For any trace of blood

Flesh and bone
Doesn't even compare
To the primitive hate and deadliest wares
Of a .45 calibre gun

Height awards the hawk the upper hand
When he's protected by the man
And trained to target powerless persons
And throw them all away
And throw them all away