Atop the Wall

Resting atop the school wall
the spider views his victims below.
 

Drifting aimlessly,
listless, lifeless, fresh meat to be grinded.
 

Caught up in petty squabbles,
clueless of the world, they shall die horrible deaths.

Bankers, doctors, lawyers.
The end is near, yet the spider feels fear
 

for sitting in a corner, a child writes.
Originality shall break the cycle
 

the spider shall die.