hyenas

They creep everywhere
They creep
For they don’t have the courage
Or bravery to walk.

They laugh
A cruel, ruthless, vicious laugh
Which doesnot have any joy
Only cruelty and blood thirst.

They know they are spineless
So they select weak
Or they wait for their preys
To become weak.

Then they go for the kill
A dozen or more against one
For they know alone they are nothing.
Killing, and all the while laughing.

They are the vilest creeps
That skulk in wilderness aplenty
If we look around us
We sure will find them here aplenty.