Rolling Stone

I am a rolling stone 

Kicked down steep slopes

My journey never ends

I am always on the move

I am at times stuck

Inside dark holes

Rains wash me out

I am again on the move

I am hunted down 

Like a prey on the run

Chased by a pack of jackals

Howling for my blood

I am forthright in my approach 

Refuse to do what I'm told

I have a mind of my own

Nobody has over me any hold

I am a loose cannon

That's what they say

Anyday may explode 

Right in their faces

I am therefore avoided

Like the plague

I am the most hated

I spell destruction