The Eyes of Mohammad

I look into the eyes of Mohammad
And nothing of worth see there,
See spots with only hatred fed
For men who’re free anywhere.

Inside his hate he’s held tight-fast,
A prisoner chained to his fear—
His fear of being alone at last
With fearing dumbs not near.

It’s fear he feeds on, fear he needs,
To stuff down fear within.
The cowering men who bow their heads
Turn fear to sharp-toothed grin.

Yes, fear of love and fear of life,
The fear of alone, apart,
Cuts his soul with red-hot knife
And dices up his heart.

To kill! To kill! is his whole mind,
Kill joy and proud delight;
The men of dayshine he must find
To give one dark goodnight.

The thought of one man, anywhere,
Who lives both free and glad,
Shrinks each eye to beady stare
And twists him into mad.

I look into the eyes of Mohammad
And nothing of light do see—
Just one cowed wish for ending
His self-wrought misery

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