Hollow Men

Today I have beheld a goat

Riding on a Motorbike

Black and white mixed together,

It's going not for a saunter;

Not in the search of nutriment.

There are two men :

One ahead and the other the behind-the-seat.

It's going nowhere

But to butcheries;

To be luscious grub.

Neither for Satan nor God,

But for mortal men.

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