Black Blazers we all wear;
I just sit and stare;
Hearing about things I don't care;
Do not close your eyes, just don't dare
Do not speak your truth, Oh! they will just glare;
Step out of the line, your reputation, Oh! it will be marred;
They all say, 'A chance like this is rare';
They tell me, let it break and tear;
It is just your soul, no one cares;
I am in their lair and their echos blare,
My life has become an unanswered questionnaire,
Written by their unware hand in this unnecessary warfare.
I cry beware, but others say it is our chance to polished silverware
And so it goes, I am a fool, a fraud who acts like this is my legionnaire.
Categories:
unware, freedom,
Form: Free verse
a boy is boating on the yellow river
singing songs and praising the nature
singing loudly and thanking the creator
woods are there beside the river
the boy must be human race and woods, rivers are all nature
the still water is not still now
a seven headed snake
is chasing underneath the water
the body was dark and seven heads symbolize seven sins that are devils graces
oh the boy is unware the snake
like we and our fate
wake up o' little soldier,u have to win
against darkest nature
Categories:
unware, fantasy, nature, water, nature,
Form: Acrostic