Poesía callejera V

Wolves

Life is plenty of wolves. And then the poor lambs. 

Some wolves are spotted easily, others disguise themselves

 or wait to the night.

Lambs use to walk in groups, never alone.

But there's always an occasion where one of them

mislay behind and disappears forever.

Also when wolves are very hungry go hunting in packs 

and they can attack groups of lambs.

But there's another figure amongst the lambs and the sheep.

The ram. There are much less rams than lambs or sheeps.

But a mature, intelligent, brave ram can face a wolf on its own.

Ok, this all seems a child's tale.

But far from that, all this is so close to our reality.

Lambs and sheep, no matter sex, are normal people.

Wolves are all the miserable people that take advantage

of normal people's weaknesses.

Then finally we have our own rams, those people that

help others in need, whether attacked by wolves or by any other vermin.

And two last words.

Our rams can have also their own weaknesses, 

that makes them specially brave.

Oh I forgot the last figure of our tale that I will assimilate to a pig.

The pig's only interest is to eat whatever is edible, 

romp in the mud and little else.

This animal impersonates all that army of people that 

does not care at all about other people's wellness.