Who Are We?

They stand stiff,
vigilant,
ever waiting for a mistake to
leap upon
and devour.

They wield only
hatred
for the emptiness behind their hard,
impossible eyes.

It is enough
to rid them of the nothing
they cling to with
white-knuckled fingers.

Who are we to criticize their prized possession?
Who are we to scoff
at their starving smiles
and willingness to abandon loyalty?