The Beast
They say it was created by man,
or by a god, or by his own hands,
I know not what built this beast,
but that it exists, is not in question.
Upon avarice and exploitation,
upon corruption and indignation,
does the gaping maw feast!
Rotting flesh of privation
discolor his rotting teeth.
Another stomach he adds
for every war and famine
created to ensure that his
transactions are free.
From Kabul to Ctesiphon,
the malignant corpses scream,
From Dublin to Korem,
the emaciated children cry.
In his horrific claws are
grasped insane notions,
of selfishness and accumulation,
of extravagance and exploitation.
Some have fought against him,
a Nazarene is said to have survived,
(but the evidence is not so certain)
a few Germans and some Russians too.
Yet, this is a clever beast! Oh so smart,
that even in his rawest, most evil form,
he is held aloft as the norm,
the monster is to what we should all aspire,
those who oppose him are daft and dire,
or worse still - evil and malicious!
Why, even that Nazarene has joined the beast,
(So we are told)
in folkloric myth and Christmas feast.
For the creature's feces is nothing more,
than trinkets and trifles galore!
Buy them and sell them, trade them freely,
This is the habitat of our creature.
This is why men fight, kill, and die.
That is why.
“Let the beast free”, some say.
“And everything will be OK.”