And of siblings that fight,
Behind feint smiles nor,
Neither out in the open,
Only to kill in utter annoyance,
To hold the dead only,
Pleases my restless mind,
A different pleasure infiltrating the senses,
But the same electricity as eels shocking the heart,
The language held by the tongue,
Of deeds left unworthy,
Of death to hold my attention,
Keeping with the talk of my people,
Although whips punish,
Body's of strong men,
And rape plagues,
Insides of proud woman,
Keep their heads held high,
Because in another world,
A MAD WORLD,
With a Madhatter as Queen,
They will rise above,
And become high triumph,
To my table they will come,
Tea of fortune in their cups.
