The Tail of a Man

In a time not far away,

In the graffiti alleys of Gray,

Was born a mewling child.

A vivid but delicate male,

Two eyes, ears and a tail!

Oh! This is acrimonious -

Cried the doctor sanctimonious.

The priest refused baptism,

And so much he feared -

Isn't this evolution reengineered?

But the poor child grew nonetheless,

Less happy, more stressed

With every reason to be so.

Scare, hatred, perhaps jealousy

Too large a burden to be!

Kids played around him like a breeze,

But he preferred company of the monkeys!

Who never questioned or hated,

Accepted him as a kin,

Despite him being different!

But time eventually passes,

The present turns to ashes,

And remains the indelible hate,

Of the cosmopolitan, the country

And all the people claiming to be free.

And now how could he live?

Tree to tree; in branch and leaf?

Amongst all that were arousing.

To charge or to change;

To lose or to gain.

So he took a glistening knife,

With a will to take on life

And cut him away from his tail.

The wretched structure out he threw,

And the next day, they hated him for that too!

The tails of today

becomes tales for tomorrow,

So keep fighting,

You're not hollow!