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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
