I turn my head and look around

A barren wasteland that makes no sound,

All I see is just a pound,

Inside that pound with dogs abound.

Some are skinned,sore are grilled 

Some are even killed for thrill!

I look around me,my dear friends,

Gone one by one,like a passing trend.

The laughter of the evil men

who killed every single friend I had 

Sends a shiver down my spine

My life is next in line....

I look around me,eyes darting

scampering in fear,not a sound to be made.

My heart goes a "thumping" 

My mind goes a "whirling"

At the eleventh hour of my time.

My life is next in line....