The Man Called Man

the animal called man is the hope Of the undying world perfected with goodness Constituted drive to recreate metamorphic beings Bound profoundly to unmasked the universe of its beauty Yet with hearts so devilish behind the mask The animal called man is the noun of the world With pronoun of change in the home and abroad Land of hope they feel within the sky clapping Their smiles a full moon of enduring mercy yet with hearts as red as the furnace hell Journey in the beauty of their kind World crying on their mouth of deeds No man, no universe but atmosphere Combating with the cloud and roses Yet they constitute the nuisance of the world The man called man is the food Of the earth when another phase opens The grasses, insects and feeble ants rejoice When a six fit is dung to welcome him home Yet evil dwells mostly in their hearts of gold The man called man is a special being With the high spirit of creation with the marker The world changes form in their dancing hands second God creators of the beauty of the world Yet their beauty creations damage their beauties.