The Foxes Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

We are like foxes
Cunning and cautious
We kill others making
Plans so we won't fail
We love blood of kins
And friendly neighbors
We kill them any how
To save our pride and
Walk the streets feeling
Powerful and dominant
We grow sharp teeth
As sharp as they can tear
Iron and eat away the papers
We love to see blood
And bodies dipped in blood
So devise plans in a jungle
That is the habitat of foxes.
We do not have mercy
On any one. We kill sons,
Daughters, mothers, fathers
Children and old men
You name a relation and
We say we kill that too
Hahahahahah……..
Are not we heroes of
This dark jungle where
Tolerance and peace go to
Sleep under great trees
Of religions and colors?
We are a pack of happy
Foxes enjoying good times