Like a moth to the flame
Lungs lit up and inflamed
Body disfigured and crisp
How could a wind cause such a rift?

Like a bird in a cage
Slumped in a corner afraid
Bones attacking the lung air sing
How could man do such a thing?

Like a rat in a trap
Right angle stomach not going back
Dead eyes cloud with condensation
How could we enjoy such annihilation?

Like a goldfish in a bowl
With broken ideas of swimming home
Distorted sight and brazened mind
How could we tie man to kind?