Tamed Beast Curled up by My Feet: A Poem
Purring sweetly like a domesticated kitten
and curled up by my feet is lying a beast
in this story rarely dared to be written
in our auto-portraits gladly missed.
I touch its coarse but so beautiful fur
with picture of mankind’s unholy breed
of roaring beasts hiding behind that purr
of violence and wars and their ruthless greed.
With uniform shed like snake’s old skin
and this hand that could have been a paw
this deep love in my soul has succeeded to win
that old battle with something so inhumanly raw.
In every face disfigured with anger and frowned
and voices demanding unconditional respect
traces of that beast could be easily found
with the soul sadly beaten in neglect.
One more glance at creature curled by my feet
before I playfully tease it with its favorite toy
with spirit that would never accept a defeat
with my heart at peace and unutterable joy.
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