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Victims
I didn't see a deer tonight
I didn't see a raccoon either
I saw a lot of bucks strutting to fight
And their cartoon victim beavers
They think they've got control
Both up and down the street
I really want to pay this toll
They're all just pieces of meat
Some of them could have a future
Chasing their internal prey
Report each stage of conquest in art
Probably all scene in vain
The streetlights tell you there's nothing here
Police cars flashing - drink that beer
Every night is just the same
Balance of terror - balance of pain
I didn't see a deer tonight
I didn't see a raccoon either
I saw a lot of bucks strutting to fight
And their cartoon victim beavers
Every night is just the same
Balance of terror - balance of pain
8/1/25
© Huw Powell
printed 22 November 2025file location: www.humanthoughts.org/victims.htm
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