I am the Beast

I live with the Children of God;
They are the proud masters of the world;
They fight their everyday battle
With weighty weapons,
And my comrades are menial quadrupeds;
The men of the mighty race
Can speak daggers;
They possess the art
Of committing gory deeds
In gallant grandeur.

Once my weary weight and fatigued figure
Made me roam nebulously;
But my drowsy eyes were poisoned
By the sight of a carnivorous carnival;
The holy prodigies were piercing
Each other with venomous arrows,
Coated in the syrup of envious affection.
My hunger failed to seduce the Dionysian devils;
As their abodes abided by the aristocratic laws;
Where dustbins were killed when found desolate.

Next morning, when my slumber wished to sleep
After nursing the barren belly,
The same rash revelers had gathered outside my house;
They presented me a palate of cottage cheese
And served my infants hot milk in porcelain cups.
My humble heart was enchanted by the humane love
Of the benign and benevolent mates;
But this display of love lacked earnestness;
Charity was a religious art enacted by the brutes
To save the life of an angel from the evil’s eye.

Jolted by the heavenly hypocrisy,
I walked towards the lake to fetch water;
On the way, I met the sanguine goat
Whose visage was clouded by melancholic mist;
The tale it narrated made me live demoniac deaths;
A month back, the goat and its children
Were requested to reside in the human resort;
But the royal treatment terminated with the mass slaughter;
My tears sympathized with the sole survivor
As we walked hiding ourselves from the monstrous beasts.