The Beast Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

I wanna be the beast
Walk while the path is red
Walk while the books has read
Killing the brain dead
Turning the screw thread
My mind widespread
A king walks crowned head
The crowd as cloud mist ahead

I wanna be the beast
Travel the World as a feast
At least knowing the east
Be the Last not least
South by east unreleased

I wanna be the beast
Now I am climbing mountain to
Reach the surface, with my safe face
Now I am crawling in the rain that pouring.
Storm is curving, God I am praying.
Here I am …I am crying with no tears
Now I am mumbling but my words
Are talking within the soul, I am creative

I wanna be the beast
The best, the men distressed
My problems compressed
My present impressed
Sins confessed to run the race never arrest
I am possessed, I am progressed, and I am obsessed
The dreams undressed to be addressed
Dark race was oppressed their fight we dressed
I wanna be the beast.