I am the fox
Who goals survive,
Through foxy guile
And wise mind gate,
But to remain alive
Man must with haste,
Shed inhuman state
Of failing world’s fate,
He unwittingly devised!
I am the fox
Who goals survive,
Through foxy guile
And wise mind gate,
But to remain alive
Man must with haste,
Shed inhuman state
Of failing world’s fate,
He unwittingly devised!
‘Twas a story above,
Composed per se
In false sense of love,
Though unwittingly so
As a reclusive being
In a despairing soul,
Sadly failed seeing
Might find indulge,
An impassioned role!
You eagerly listen
To words aimed true,
And without doubt
Of integrity,
You can but hear
A voice at odds,
With opinion other
Than its apotheosis,
Evoking ambiguity
Adversely indecorous,
For so expressed
Oozes unfair
Lulling unwittingly
Uneasy tolerance…
Devoid of empathy
Words imparted
Be cause to reason
Narrative wanting,
As thus implies
Delusive motive
Of such invention,
Seeks to disguise
The malfeasance
That be the cause,
Of uneasy tolerance!