Surrounded around them
like blades killing frogs
The swings are adjusting
to the speed of the day
Corrugated iron
falling from my house
dust and ashes flying in the air
no copper or silver can fix
Surrounded around me
like blades killing pelicans
The swings are flying
across the day and nights
A metal sheet on my roof
that's all I could find
no rain in the house
"What a Conspiracy"
Cold nights with warm hearts
And hot days with cool minds
better than the next
this I can take.
