BEAST By Tom Jensen
With just the act of waking up
Wanting to create
something beautiful
and magical…
It came as no coincidence
in this funny tragedy
That something bad
had to happen to me
But luckily it was
just a ha ha ha
Where everybody
laughed at me….
Everybody lived
to tell the story
And at worse a few
Thought it was boring
Of course, certainly….
My friends and I
Have never been to the Middle East
Where they are given guns not peace
As I sit here
and sigh for my side
Both enemies and allies
who die as they cry
Never getting to
Comprehend or realize
It’s the war machine
that’s the beast
And it’s you who’s become obsessed
With this thirst and this quest
for blood and for flesh
A newly felt passion for pain
that your eyes now reflect
Yet your mind fails to digest
On famine it feeds best off
Of indifference and neglect
With just the act of waking up
Wanting to create
something beautiful
and magical…
It came as no coincidence
in this funny tragedy
That something bad
had to happen to me