Oppression Poem by Pankajam Kottarath

An animal, two legged
known to you or maybe not,
his claws and paws are hidden,
carries a storm inside, yet has a smile.
Lust makes him ugly from within
Lecherous gazes on the goblet of sin.
His body attains abysmal might
like an ogre from eel, aiming insult.
The organ of shame dictates
and his brain submits.
The filthy message upwards
busts all conventions,
breaks all prohibitions.
Deaf or dumb, distracts him not
for he knows too well
little does it wane his joys
and the devil in him wins.

Tongues may be mute,
Tears are not.