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.