You dare to
muddy my stream?
Growled the
wolf: but Sir, how can that be?
I am
downstream, as you can plainly see.
Oh, don’t
argue, you lout
In this
forest I wield the clout
And if not
you, your forefathers did
It’s all the
same to me.
Why can’t
you understand?
I hate the
colour of your skin
And the way
you stand.
The other
day one of your ilk
Crossed my
path sans fear
And my
brothers in a distant wood
Thrashed your
peers, I hear.
Now you can
have no objection
To being
devoured
Come, you must
be overpowered.
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