The Beast Caged Up At The Islet. Poem by Hashim Hamzat

The beast at the middle of the see have been unchained.
Arise and shine the warriors of the light.
Bow and arrow are set on to be strike.
The beast whose breath is as sharp $ fast as the speed of sight.
Awakening the dead to join him in his evil quest.
The strangers are all arranged in the hall of fame.
Their jack boot beating a mighty rhymes at the pavement.
There stallions are all ranging up in there casket. by Hashim Hamzat