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 $#&@ing throat

I'll topple the noisy creatures
in which you flee
but I'll never understand

why you want me to die