Brute To Blame Poem by Naveed Akram

A beast of the East is a brute so blind,
It wanders from the lands so perfect.
It is a dumb creature so burdened with youth,
A reptile in the park, the one to blame.
Around a clump of trees the burdened mammal
Stings our sight and rubs the bush with its tail.
In the thicket we laugh as well,
This grove of blame is like a crypt of burden
Where I died in a funeral so bright and ancient.
The beast is out there with a tomb
So then my grave is a tomb for him.