I am a one-ton, armor plated;

living breathing being

I wade in streams all day;

eat grass; and little else

then one day my world was shattered

by freakish two-legged beings

wielding instruments of pain

hell-bent on striking me down



a super-psyochotic need

to make me and scream and bleed

brought on solely by greed

I only want to be free



if I had my way, I'd stomp you flat

under my bulk

or ram this horn you so crave

into your fucking throat

I'll topple the noisy creatures

in which you flee

but I'll never understand

why you want me to die