I saw the beast
In the sea
He should
Have been drowned
Not set free
He had a brother
An evil twin brother
Their mother
Was the devil
But not like you see
No horns no fire
No cardinal desire
She was just a mother
Who wouldn't see
What she did see
How could she let
Her sons go free
Knowing
That her grandson
Is in the heroin sea
Screaming get this beast off of me
All because
She didn't see
What she did see
God tell me
Why is she free
She should be in prison
With her sons and a preist
Now lets hope
Justice will come and see
For all the victims
very powerful and thought provoking..you are a great, expressive poet...already have 2 of urs on my favourites list! Great write, thanx for invite! SG
Beasts never realise some acts which renders them so can never be condoned...the mother supports the son may be but not the beast.She cannot think she reared beasts up though not in beastly manner.....very good and poignant write....thoughts in Brownian motion to grip this beast, ..Well done Sir..
Beasts never realise some acts which renders them so can never be condoned...the mother supports the son may be but not the beast.She cannot think she reared beasts up though not in beastly manner.....very good and poignant write....thoughts in Brownian motion to grip this beast, ..Well done Sir..
This beast has claimed innumerable lives. Well written David, excellent piece.
Sounds like it is based on a true story. If not, you've the makings of a novel. -chuck
An abstract that I can relate to! I, at one time, was troubled by a beast; just not this particular one. These type of beast', I believe, are sometimes worse than the God-made earthly beasts! ! ! ! !
Sometimes, a mother can not see because she herself, by the beast is blinded. Sometimes, a mother cannot see because she is undermined by strife. Sometimes, a mother cannot see because her love is across her eyes. Sometimes, a mother does see, and her face is stained as she cries. Sometimes, a mother is tied in knots and held captive in a world you cannot see Sometimes, a mother is so afraid of living that she steals the truth and hides from thee. Sometimes, a mother can see, and she dies each day as she is bound. Sometimes, a mother can see, and she cries each as she hears the sounds.
An abstract poem which i understood as related to dope. Is it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and in the end it is we that are judged by our actions! good poem!