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I stare at the bear

With its rough fur,

Large sharp claws

And cold dead eyes,

And I am in no doubt

Given the chance,

The bear would tear me apart

I understand its nature

And not personal,

But when I see a person

With dead cold eyes,

Who is willing to do the same

Kill and butcher and main,

I know it’s not down to nature

It’s just a sign of how some people,

Are just cruel and insane

And I do not know what makes people

Turn and become this way.