Men Are Beasts
Men are beasts,
Beast always on feast.
Wallowing wealth in palms,
Faithful prayer in psalms.
But when she came,
She brought with her a fame.
She changed his name,
She made him in trait lame.
He in pleasantries format,
Wrought her an active dormant,
Tossed her around like chips,
To and fro in a flip.
Then she said he his bad,
He in return christened her mad.
Who now is to blame?
One with ego or who wrought one lame?
Pandemonium,brutality abound.
Death even lurked yet around.
Their abode is bewitched with strifes,
Pressed destiny and choked life.
c.2017
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