It would be very nice to escape tyranny
Even if it means hiding behind so many
Amidst it all, we seldom snap
Always able to take long nap
The roof is on fire, we feel wired
Our neighbours are sire yet we remain hired
Can life be renewed as in made anew
It seems to remain and yet in disdain
Does it get any better? worse?
Do i have to carter? get robust?
We can simply take what we make
like cake after a nice bake
PLAGUE
She commeth with a smile so gleam
Filled with the beauty of a beam
She is so inviting that she welcomes all
In her little abode, where millions will fall
Her doors are wide open to strangers alike
Never to let them go freely as strike
Like a serpent with poisonous rattle in wait
She sucks life off her victims with a bait
A night of blissfull splendour and satisfaction
Ends in the victims doom to a pot of action
Never to get filled with the blood of those that fell
Only with assurance that they never do well