War-Torn Garden
There is small garden fertile and proud
behind a big rolling hill situated
animals passing there in adventure
go head on against each other all times
Foxes fight each other with no mercy
dogs chase and scatter old and young cats
chickens have it with grasshoppers daily
bitterness make the garden barren and bare
Whenever there is season of inactivity
witch weeds grow in hurry luxuriantly
black jack covers the garden in hurry
thorny weeds lay in ambush for stray feet
But what grows after these scuffles
shock the crops that the farmer grows
the farmer worries and prays for luck
but the animals do not listen any way
The lone farmer’s war-torn garden shames
but it is his garden he cherishes
what to do but own up to all the mess
probably one time the war will subside
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