Sunday, June 12, 2016

Hunters

The sparkling skyscrapers,
The gentlemen in suits,
Tablets and no papers;
This set of earrings suits
The contours of your face
And your blue gown of grace.

You see all the glamour,
A life of great order,
But how do we get more
And build our borders
Against the rules of Nature?
Buying all the gold pure.

Like a mirage, they can fool.
Silver moon that's so full,
Making the shore more cool.

For we're still in jungles.
Live in your best senses.
Don't let your hearts mingle
When skills he unleashes.
We still work like hunters,
Hunting amidst winters.
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