The savage

I have seen the face of evil

It smiled at the suffering

Stood in judgment of misfortune

As it tormented the weak

Wore a crown of avarice

Dressed in its own vanity

Seemingly too virtuous to reflect

Any sense of neglect

This wretched soul has no sympathy

The loss of reason seems the most dreadful trait

That enlivens no joy and alleviates no grief

This is indeed a miserable soul exiled from humanity

-Camille Delaquise