In The Claws Of The Wild Beast Poem by Aki Nnamdi

In the name of forsaken humanity,
my grievous fingers pen down and paginate.
for the sake of a twisted progeny,
i will scar and dent and lacerate.

Behold! the ferocious wild beast ascends!
out of the sea of mankind he ascends!
up from the dusts of humanity it rises.
straight to the throne of deceit it proceeds.

With its sharp claws,
it proceeds into the brittle hearts of men
to extract, exact and extort.
and once again man, like a child, is deceived.

Aura and charisma looms,
as he paces up and down the stage;
as he speaks brazenly in pomp and pageantry,
to promise and to fail the distressed masses.

Fire blazes from his greedy eyes
and his money-hungry mouth waters,
as the masses cast their minds and hearts into the ballot box.

A glowing glimpse of victory,
a dream that was once a mystery,
has materialized and metamorphosed.
the beast now rules again.

But what could a sheep do in the grip of the lion?
what could the chick do in the beak of the eagle?
for if not by virtue of the future gift from Zion,
what can mankind do in the claws of the wild beast?