Everyday seems just like the other
when seeking friends seem such a bother
keeping secrets of our true nature
from those that we call brother.
It takes too much to shift this paradigm
with poetic thoughts that seldom rhyme
Who really cares what's worth our time
since telling truth became a crime.
While colors make our rainbows pretty
the secrets we seek may seem too petty
Yet some seek gold in that damned potty
with Leprechauns that seems so witty.
Death blows over around the globe
children die of hunger for lost hope
when others toss the lassoed rope
the weak just tumble, scratch and grope.
Here we huddle around this lonely fire
with hearts filled with unquenched desire
waiting for some handout, food or attire
before someone burns us at the pyre