Circle ’round the weak;
teach ’em as we were taught
to keep to the place we’re given
(not by a just universe, ha ha)
by the right of what we hold
by will, skill, better weapons.
Didn’t sign no social contract
of mutual respect.
The rights we expect are
to live as best we can until
we don’t.
Teach the little ones as we
have grown to learn —
the wages to be earned are paid
in lies.  The riddle we devise
to satisfy our rage is played upon
the prey we find
to circle ’round today.