Poem: How Come?

The anus of the tailess cow
With grave force, flies will plough
But the tailed and tailess
Before men are helpless;

The great cry of the chicks
Hits the drums of the hen with strong pricks
But at the appearing of the hawk
The chicks and hen, for safety stalk;

When a baby's cry, grounds gain
The mammary of its mother groans with pain
But when nature, on the door knocks
Helplessly lie they both like common logs;

Before mortals boasts the sorcerer of his sorcery
His voice melodiously raves like that of a canary
But at the arrival of death
The sorcerer and his sorcery lie fallow in the earth;

The rich fool, of his wealth boasts
His belly he fills with fries and roasts
But his demise, soon to come
And his merchandise, to strangers all will fall;

So, how come we end our days with so great a beef?
And rise at dawn, torn with so great a grief?
On our shoulders, the world we carry
With crazy babblings like HAIL MARY;

How come you treat me like you know me?
Parading yourself as visioner of the 'Order of We'?
In your heart, I'm no more than the faeces that from your anus drop
Or the dirth, which from your lundry scrub;

How come, as equal, you daily address me?
Filling me with this charade of make-belief
How come you address me as brethren?
And look out for my flaw before the brethren?

HOW COME?

By Akhimien Monday