The Beast Is Loose!
The Beast is loose! The Beast is loose!
Although I have not seen it yet
the world around me seems upset:
everyone is running fast,
indeed the bravest are the last,
but all the world is running now.
The Beast is loose! We don’t know how!
People crying to their gods,
on their knees, pathetic clods.
As the age-old nightmare rides
everybody runs and hides.
The Beast is loose!
Everybody seems to know;
no doubt then it must be so.
Could I be the only one
who is happy, making fun?
The only one who does not see?
Oh God! Maybe that beast is me!