Men in black
Bitterness in their bank
Store jasper in the bank
Utter in reek
Make flag to shake.
Men in black
We think is for our sake
But their harvest is fake.
Do things but minus think
That make it to stink.
Men in black
Appear to us in fratenity
But turned to fragility
Call us brat-rat
Because we are fraity
Surely, we shell meet.
Men in black. I like this poem. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one!