I saw a picture of the beast
Tied up
Looking like it wanted to do
That which it was meant to
But
I read some lines
Of it being used and abused
By those,
Who,
Like me,
Are made of discrimination,
Reasoning and judgmental capacities!
The beast,
Created, like me,
Like the rest,
To act out as per its fate
Seemed unaware of its imposed slavery
So like a blind man surrounded on all sides
By silent predators!
But then,
The mystery surrounding all the philosophies
Of the world
Point out
That in me,
As in those who are like me,
Lies a gem
A gem which shines on its own
A gem which pulsates on its own
A gem which flowers and blooms
A gem so pure
That it remains connected
To that layer of existence
Which facts and matter
Shall never come to explain!
Pray, looking at the picture of that beast
So like a baby in between the hands of humans
A baby relying on compassion,
Needing understanding, care and love
I wonder at what has happened
To the gem of Man.
The strong belief that I hold
In the power hiding from us all
Yet being constantly among us
Allows me not to even think
That this gem has,
With the many cycles of Earth,
Turned into a mere piece of fuming charcoal!
Man’s gem lies in him
In it I do believe
Man does have in him,
Purity,
Coming from the divine!
Whatever happened to that beast
Is not to be blamed on Man
It is to be blamed
Rather,
On the forces of darkness
Which have managed
To invade our atmosphere
And which have
Stolen the gem, replacing it,
With putrid decaying bacteria,
Bacteria which, in turn
Invaded Man’s whole essence
Transforming him,
In the very end,
Into a humanoid beast
A beast
So harmful, so dangerous,
So lusty, so sinful
That he hesitates not
To abuse those beasts
Still inhabited by Innocence!