Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Foxy Morons







Its a new beginning-
               Ending the ride;
Opening every doors-
               Closing like tide;

The crook
       at the brook
Croaks
       like the brokes

But not out of pain
But out of stain

We are at war,
For good's evil,
Claiming life like tar,
For tyrant's civil.

We:
stare,bare, with care;
Out of fear, like a liar.
We:
hear,near, who's dear;
But fire everywhere.