Human beings have come a long way in course of civilization. The savage people are now garbed in more fashionable guises. Everyday they shed old clothes for a a new one. Yes, they have become civilised. Now they have given up their old habit of roaming from jungle to jungle to gather foods and hunt animals. They are no longer nomadic tribe, they are no longer gathering or hunting people as they have progressed from savage state to to modern cosmopolitan conglomerate.

Yes, they have become civilised vis-a-vis the ancient savage people. No doubt that they are civilised in the so-called senses. At least outwardly and physically they are civilised. What is that to it? What is the state of affaiirs of their inner world? Inwardly have they become civilised in its truest senses? Have the overcome the savage mentality of the savage people which was their true inner world. They were just up the ladder without being able to forsake their animality. Animality was ingrained in their physical world and inner world as well.

It is no wonder that the civilised human beings carry the legacy of animality of the animal species as it is said that human beings have been evolved from the animals. And as they are positioned and situated at least one step further in the evolutionary ladder from the animals, the human beings area more animal than the true animals. Who can deny that humans are not animals? So, a man is an animal and an intelligent animal he is!

So, who can say that it is wrong for a man to be animal with his beastly character traits? An animal is by nature is ferocious and violent in its overall behaviours. It is instinctively violent. So is a man but he is violent and ferocious in his conscious nature. Not instinctively but consciously he is violent in his behaviour to his fellow creatures and consciously he engages himself in waging aggression against others especially against the weaker ones. And by inflicting aggressive dominance over others, he wants to be the king lion in the human jungles.

A man is said to be the intelligent animal. What is this intelligence when he cannot keep his instincts at bay to behave himself in more humanly. He even gets educated to behave properly in his social world but despite that so-called education why does he remain an animal as ever? Why does he always remain immersed in seven cardinal sins when he is claimed to be not belonging to the animal or beastly beings? By the yardsticks of his intelligence and education, a man should always give peace a chance, yet his ill-literate civil sense tramples upon the peace and harmony among human beings.

Despite all those high-falutin education, why there is so much division and unrest? Why a civil society is segmented into so many stratas? Why a handful of rich rules the roost over a vast mass of poor people? Where is 'demos' in democracy? So many unhealthy questions just keep on creeping into our intelligent mind when we try to delve deep into conscious mind as regards the the consequences of animality and beastliness in human beings. Only a handful of beast has ravaged the whole world and created such a catastrophe that the human world has become more and more unhabitable. The inevitability is that these bunch of beasts should be wiped off the soil of the world.

And the sooner, the better!

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You said you will not come, you only looked at the fluffy clouds with your loving gaze at my prying eyes to tell you that had been you alive for a few more nights just to say goodbye to our long past which had its share in an economy of history of present continuous tense of sparsely integrated time and space, the present still lingering on to the future perfect spreading all over the space, labyrinth of time…

Of the future perfect, the fluffy clouds bearing the child of immaculate conception to gather in storms of rain for the good harvest of defining love and angular vision of truth subdued in pristine beauty, I just wait awhile for something hot and happening in the wonderful sky to percolate through the facade of what you say when you come and when you come not, I never sway back to my self, and my only being…

Come rain or sunshine, you come or not as lovely as you are, to subjugate me in umbilical shadows of shackles lengthening upon the past perfect, I cry out at you to lift your mystic veil for the morrow, you fall at your own feet like a sparrow with broken wings to free yourself from the halcyon moods that change with the change of season and the rain comes but you come not, as lovely as you are, as you always are…

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Lost somewhere else
In quest of Godot not coming
No more to strangulate my silence
In God's voice
Three black charmers charmed me a while
With their magic flute
And I confessed my sins
With a fire of desire in my heart

Godot never turned up
To pursue my footsteps to the hell
So, God exiled me to the bonfire
Of ashes of hope and lies
That I confessed in my sins of desire
And I died in waiting for Godot
Who never comes to rescue me ever
From God's eternal pleasure in ire.

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Why is she prying
Into my eyes?
Why is she such a nightmare
In the porcupine valley
Of her own?
And why am I such a delight
In my befallen rainbow?

I see no shadows
When she gambles on the sly
With her melting blues
That become afire
At the slightest gaze
Of the witches' dandy craft
And she never knows
Why the swan sings songs
To my only delight.

As she never goes
Out of the halcyon moods
That likely resemble
The porcupine thorns
And flesh of a pied-piper
To gather momentum
In sighs of relief
On a precipice
Of a flaming blue deck
I never feel like knowing
Why she ever casts a spell
With her prying eyes
Into my shadow's depth.

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I looked above
At the face of Allah
Oh, no, there was nobody
To hear my relapsing silence, ah!
A roasted round bread fell at my feet
With the full regalia of a full moon
Getting the scent of a cat’s hunger
The street children fell for the roast as soon.

And then I looked for a doll’s house
There to see a big sleeping mouse
The hungry cat ran at its alter ego
To share his greed at one big go
And I gave up chasing the Allah
As he was hiding saying blah, blah
I again looked at the face of the moon
And I relapsed into my silence, ah!

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You don’t know what you know
You only love yourself, you know how to hate others
You molest the chastity of faith and belief of others
Like trampling over the grass not knowing the grasshoppers
Even when wisdom of truth sticks to the limit of the sky
But your lust for conquering the whole empire
Has crossed all frontiers of one colony after the other
You muzzle the voices of conscience like strangulating
Love with long drawn daggers of hating others

You are the satanic vest
You are the violence on the crest
You are the terminator of the God’s creed
You are the conspirator of your own greed
You are the end unto yourself
You are the false nuggets of your power and pelf
You are not the dream of a futurist
You are the Fascist! You are the Fuehrer Fascist!

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