A Scapegoat
Oh hear the little girl in red
It’s all about the things she’s said
How wicked and how you are bad
So really, really, really sad
Those awful, spiteful, hateful lies
Have twisted fact, yet truth belies
Yes, you are a killer supreme
So what does that point really mean?
Your actions balance and bring wealth
To Nature’s web it means great health
You keep the herds and prey in check
Why does that make you circumspect?
Could it be mankind’s deep need
To find a scapegoat for “his” deeds?
~ Poem and Timber Wolf capture, A Scapegoat © Jerry L. Ferrara