An animal, two legged
known to you or maybe not,
his claws and paws are hidden,
carries a storm inside, yet has a smile.
Lust makes him ugly from within
Lecherous gazes on the goblet of sin.
His body attains abysmal might
like an ogre from eel, aiming insult.
The organ of shame dictates
and his brain submits.
The filthy message upwards
busts all conventions,
breaks all prohibitions.
Deaf or dumb, distracts him not
for he knows too well
little does it wane his joys
and the devil in him wins.
Tongues may be mute,
Tears are not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Many fall victims to these beastly oppressors! It is unfortunate that they often escape the hands of law! Though the predators roam unscathed because the preyed often remain mute, how can those rogues atone for the hidden tears shed? A great write! !