power doesn't yield to ethical questions
so you tow the party line, pulling it taut
as it wraps around the throats of its victims
top of the food chain
apex predatory male
hear you roar, lead the herd out for the kill
breeding season marked by the blood you spill
you call it a rite of passage
you think it's yours for the taking
one hand holding two
one hand silencing
you wield power like a weapon
and don't think twice,
it's the thrill of the hunt
one hand holding two
