An antelope within a leopard
Once said to me:
Cruelty has a human skin.
The wild cat is our sheperd,
As there is no deviltry,
When he makes that awful din.
O praise his godly fangs!
When he rips our flesh apart,
O Glory to the king’s heart!
We will endure so many bangs.
The beast runs untamed and untainted
With a soul as white as snow,
Can you hear how softly he whispers
Our names like a sad willow?
Wickedness has no claws, no tail, no jaw,
It ain’t cover in a dazzling coat.
Wickedness is naked and raw,
Like the dull little cries of a human tot.
S.C.R.I.B.E. for CHAOS REIGNS
This poem was written based on the theme: CELEBRATION.