Herd mentality, a precocious set
When those in masses have no mind at all
Irony, deep remnants of the senses
For years to no end after one has turned
Savoring what life has yet left to give
Despite stimulus of the spur of self
Do the cows feel the same for the green grass
Full of great, digestible minerals
As the dead do about the living flesh
Or is it more like the pack of grey wolves
Where they need to kill to eat and survive
No matter where it is or who it was
The stench of fresh, uncleansed, unsettled flesh
Drives the herd to quench their hunger madness
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