Men As Predators - Poem by pedro moshood
Each bird of prey sat lonely on a seat close to the wall,
Deducing and watching each fish with cup of beers in their hands.
Cunningly they caress the lips with their thumb
But in spite of the beers they feel the taste for lust.
Although their seeming rocky heart won't melt into larva, still they feel a degree of taste.
About ten to fifteen birds leap from their seats
To trap the preys:
Bacci on their beaks, with smoke nourishing the air; they trapped the fish in their claws,
Clanging each fish with hopeful touch;
Dancing, whispering to the fish with pound of delusive golds in their hands;
Each fish has accepted the gold and left with
The birds to be devoured cold
Upon the womb of Rhea where they thought gold did sprout.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The major theme about it is that most women of this current epoch are fond of money and thus have turned their body into transaction.
Men, in fact, are highly interested in the amorous activity and hence believe that what money can hardly do will never surface to the light.
It's not meant to be treated with critical analysis, it is just an entertaining poetry, thematically exposing some ills about men towards women and the possible adverse effects on the vulnerable women. Men are bound to treat women with conspicuous indignity and malevolent impression owing to the impression they get at first sight.
Why can't women exercise tremendious care in their relationship with men and not sacrifice their body for financial reason? lot of women have perished through this misconceptional beliefs that money can produce love.
In the last line of this verse you will discover that the ladies later accept the offers to go with the men to the land where they think that they can get more gold(this gold in the actual sense isn't just gold, symbolically denoting every expensive items, including money) , unknowing fully well that these men are tricky with the fake gold they gave.
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