THE MONSTROUS BIPED poem text - BY RAZIA KHAN

                        THE MONSTROUS BIPED   

                                                   - RAZIA KHAN

The low whimper

Of a street-dog

Hit by an unmindful wagon

Stabs like a knife

Stays with me like a scar

Left by bullets.

The more defenceless

The creature the more

The cruelty; indifference.

If the dog could show his teeth,

Dig them into the eyes of the killer,

He might learn to be human.

The monstrous biped

Rides your chest

As soon as you stop to rest;

This constant watch tries me;

I would rather breathe a little

Love, laugh, bask in the sun

And in goodness guaranteed.

Instead I have to point my gun

At men who would have me kneel

At their dirty feet

Or women who would steal

My peace if I stopped to blink.