Mandy Lee - School Hierarchy

Like the harsh wind's howling
on a lonely summer night.
Wolves in sheeps' clothing prowling,
looking for innocent prey.
Hunting and killing,
taking more then they need,
simply out of Jealousy, Spite and Greed.

The innocent looks,
the violet bright eyes,
hiding the wolf in the sheep's 'guise.
Nobody notices until all is too late,
closing the door,
the thing they call fate.

They do not repent,
for they see no harm,
in the things they've done
like a useless cheap charm.

Learn they will not,
but hunt they will,
like the sun's setting,
bringing the winter chill.

Mandy Lee

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