Goodbye
There are wounds that heal if left alone,
Wish I had known.
It was a selfish sport with a deadly sword.
You lay bare and let me prod.
I have to run now from the gory scene,
Leaving the job half done.
Lest I decapitate you, as a favour,
And put you out of your pain.
Sometimes you get used to doing wrong,
Till it bothers you no more.
Trampling over sunny hearts, their wishes,
Their trust so pure.
Humans have a conscience, they say,
Which speaks in hours of quiet.
Showing right and wrong, it leads you on
A path of true merit.
But I am an animal, a selfish one,
A horny billy-goat.
Conscience left me long ago,
With a very sore throat.
It’s goodbye for now, Let me leave,
So you see another day.
If ever you meet this bastard again,
Slit his throat, right away!
Iyer
