Vulture

• Daniel Kavanagh, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2022

Snitches get stitches; While the rest get sown.
They sell our secrets, yet keep their own.
Secret patterns, a train of thought.
But that train will crash, with a saboteur on board.
My thoughts are mine, same goes for yours.
We have our secrets so tell us yours.
Stealing our thoughts, you reap what you sow.
Find something irrelevant? To the trash it goes.
We're looking for gold, to dig up some dirt
To dig up on someone who's spirit is burnt
They prey on the weak, the ones who'll squirm.
Keep coming back, watch them crack
The squirming is bad, and it'll get worse.
But the squirming will stop if they bottle up and burst.
Cap goes flying, bombs away but snapping a branch could ricochet.
Knock you down, show your true face.
A coward who preys on the weak or decayed
Travel in packs, power in numbers
A vultures life is a part of our culture