By T.L. Coston
Yonder, over valley and streams, a faint billow can
be seen
Unnatural is this gait, slithering through
natures embrace
Songs from fauna and flora whisper on the breeze
Undeterred – unsuspected, natures grace
Vibrations, a distant bellow quickens the air
Wildlife notices, run, BEWARE!
Faint at first and then distinct
It is a roar.
A roar of The Beast.
On it comes, louder and louder
Till all is shaking and calling its name
The Beast, The Beast, The Beast,
Creatures great and small cower and hide
Except those who desperately want to ride
The Beast, The Beast, The Beast…
Clinging to the monster’s back and side
Predator and prey hold on and ride
The Beast, The Beast, The Beast…
Through Mexico to northern way
The best and brightest gaze on; don’t delay
The Beast, The Beast, The Beast…
The gate is open.
The door is wide
Paradise is on the other side
The Beast, The Beast, The Beast…
Traitors and Priest will be their guide
A Democratic constituency will reside
The Beast, The Beast, The Beast…
The land of milk and honey that is what they’re told
As the taxpayer teat shrivels and folds
The Beast, The Beast, The Beast…
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