Fierce Fire Blazer
By Yanna

 

You think so stink with every blink

Your eyes wake with hate and plots to take

You tread late with your bowed head to wed bloodshed

Your hands from the flanks threw planks and fuelled tanks

You stirred and brewed feuds as you mended my shoes

You cried and you lied and you spied at my side

You bitter hell-raiser: you fierce fire-blazer

You’re the reason why man created the taser