A poem by Don-Deux
by: John Lyndon C. Santillan
Here comes delusive man of change in way
Whereas he state, no one did something good
But couple of mind thinks barely bothered
They mutter distinctively ambitious
In crossroad, shuffle thy inner being
Of all obscure mockery tempting ill
Blinded gaze, faking bill, trap instrument
Where pictures imagine every event
Of trials’ curtain, people cutthroat begun
Many moods start to burn easy freely
Weeping eyes, a laughing willing smile
