The Beast Poem by Muhammad Yahya

No, no, no!
This won’t do
Girls get pregnant
Men just woo
But what did I do?

Clarity through pain
The idea of disdain
Grandly fits the description
I need a prescription
Until it rains

Somewhere in the past
That lonely animal sat
Alone and angry
And he would’ve wondered
About the corrupted valor
About the cold death
That I experience everyday

My talons were tamed
Through constant leashing
So I can’t get back at you for now
But you should not take it for granted
‘Cuz no body is forever dead
Or so the epitaph read
Of the beast…

Tuesday, April 11,2006