Ardennes - Moddi

…but I still find cracks in this thin crust

Small stains of paint that’s been spilled

Children awake out of sawdust

Wrapped in a black-spotted film

As I try peeling it strikes me

('cause still some things come from within):

The feeling of being human

From wearing animal skin

Done up to dive into tar sands

You are thrown back on your arms

Muscles that tense as you wring hands

Because you’re built to do harm

And when you cut loose from their fear march

The pounding paws of your kin

There will be no way to feel human

Outside your animal skin