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As the spit turns
Flames licking, burning, charring
The morsels ash –
And yet, through the scorching heat,
Its so, so cold.

Born to be bred
Slaughtered – so inhumane, but
Sincerely us
Born in cold, killed by cold hearts,
Its so, so cold.

Unknown murder –

Winter brings only but death.
When will we know?
The human in wolf’s clothing
And –
Its so, so cold.

-Rania Singam