The Beast

By Rajani Kanth

 
Scatter

not pearls

 

Into

Thin air –

 

They will

fall,

 

Or

flounder

 

Some

here,

Some there –

 

Though

traces

abound

 

O

Everywhere –

 

the swine

Who crunch

Them

 

chomp,

unaware

 

chewing

glass

pebbles

 

With

Same placid

air

*

 

Theirs the

Kingdom

 

Theirs,

The Time

 

The Porcine

Era

 

Of High

grot

And grime

*

 

They

plumb

The dark

depths

 

They

soar to

the top –

 

Heil,

Porkers

Ebullient!

 

cream

Of the crop!

*

They swing

High the

Sceptre

 

They wear

Low the

Crown

 

sporting

Talismans

 
Of bell,

cap,

And gown

*

An Age

In Retreat

 

In fulsome

Defeat –

 

with God ,

absconded

 

Fled from

Her Seat –

 

All are

subverted

 

The Rout

Is Complete

*

 

Ethics,

Denuded

 

Morals,

effete

 

Though it

slay

so surely –

 

Ah, the

Hemlock

Is sweet

 

Take a deep

Swig

 

It be Evil,

replete

*

 

The Beast

Is

upon us

 

No Exits

Withal

 

In

Spirit

Defiant

 

Let us

brace for

The Fall

*

Judgment,

dismembered

 

Reason,

Asleep –

 

The Path

be

treacherous

 

The

Abyss

Is deep:

 

What

They have

foul sown

 

Alas must

We

reap

*

 

be vain

To cry

Out –

 
Look:

Even Lucifers

Weep!

[© R.Kanth 2020]   

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Professor Rajani Kanth, Author of Coda, and Expiations, is Trustee of the World Peace Congress