Their screams echoed in my ears,
Their sickly voices made my skin crawl,
Like tiny bugs waiting their turn to maul,
Once peaceful bodies finally gone rogue,
Destroying everything in their path,
Our shadows simply in their wrath,
Dangerous creatures never becoming sore,
Sheep's clothing is what they only wore,
Yet still they seemed so wild and free.
I wonder how I'd feel if that were me.