Of Beasts And Men Poem by Rajesh Gurung

The west bathed in red
It was bedtime for the sun
At the edge of the sky the moon waited
To light the world it was her turn

The blood soon dribbled out
Leaving a world of silver behind
Nightly creatures were up and about
Their callings an unearthly kind

What business have they at night
Hiding and creeping
That cannot be done when its bright
When they should be sleeping

But when it comes to the deeds
men have done
I wonder what seeds
that made them were sown