This is the Law,
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If you are not Death, you are dying.
If you are not Appitite, you are food.
This is the Law.
She was fifteen.
The shark might well have been a million.
It was outrageous,
The shark ripping the child to pieces
In plain view of those who loved her.
My own child would stand as little a chance
Should he come too near those awful jaws.
Father, God, This terror is your child.
You formed him, then set him free.
Tell me again, Father, who minds the innocent?
Who watches for those loved of fools like me?