Poison Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

POISON

It's not the cat she comes every day to our backyard,
through a tiny hole,
she may

it's that crazy sound continuously

heard from afar
that bizarre
I tell you
all the words here are true

now the odor of poison has come
the madman gets sicker
and thicker
like a humpty-dumpty fat,

it's not Luna the cat
nor Luna the moon
you will see it soon
it's that madman
now he is using poison

the whole world now are peacening Ukraine,
except killing that madman
that small
not that tall
fat sick man
now using poison
pointing at Ukraine