HUMAN TOYS
About a bitter truth do speak I
By God gracious tell not lie
Clamors of my shrilly call
Does not rise but they fall?
Enhance the troubled hours
Fortify the vanity towers
Game or fun or sport flat
Hanging like useless bait
Incurring the wrath of fate
Jumping like a baby toy
Knocking humanity with great joy
Leaning bowing with devil’s device
Mounting higher on the crest of vice
Norms of this fleshy life
Offers me but only strife
Pierce through like sharp knife
Qualms of thing like conscience
Rest on the inventions of fatal science
Sit on my nerves and suffocate
Tightly fastened us with the debate
Untoward always this happens
Vanity phobia are made weapons
With remote are controlled all
Xenophobia is to mix the gall
Yawning gap and rising toll
Zealot’s killers and fanatics
All are my real mechanics