Poem: We, the Wolves by Julian Drury

​We, the Wolves

​By Julian Drury
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I am a wolf, not a sheep.
Wolves are feared and plentiful,
A focus of the shepherd's ills.
We wait on the dirty street corners.
There is always an opportunity,
For us to seize when the times are interesting.

We work odd jobs at night often,
Never ashamed to smoke a joint or do a line of cocaine.
We were all told that drugs were bad since our earliest memory,
Yet everyone has a drug, be it Jack Daniels or Jesus.
Why not do everything when possible?
Nothing is off limits in our lives,
Only legal or illegal.
What is law in the end?
Law is artificial, created by men
What is a law to a wolf?
The only law that exists forever is the law of life or death,
A law not created by men.
Everything created by men, the shepherds, is artificial.
Wolves are subject to this artificiality,
Even though we are never citizens to the flock.
We attack the flock, laying siege to zones of comfort.
What wolves really want is simple,
Something that the sheep think they already have.
We cherish the doubts and fears of shepherds.
The shepherd passes himself off as a protector,
As a guiding hand keeping all safe from danger.
The shepherd has the same interest in the sheep that we have.
We all need to eat, to survive in artificiality,
So why not do so on your own terms?
We, the wolves are blamed for the ills of the sheep and shepherd.
It is a deceptive jealousy that plagues them,
Knowing that in the end the wolves are the ones who truly remain free.