The
words of moderation
Painted
it on independence day
Even
before the dust has settled
The
backdoor opens with arrogant fire
The
blue cats run out in full gears
With
claws catching the hiding rats
There
are no way the cats will disappear
The
appetite serves a cause
The
whining in the black holes
The
running feet crying in the dark
The
cats staying watch in full eyes
The
rats quiver in utter despair
But
the dogs are free
The
cats can't chase the hounds
The
cats only stare and keep a distance
The
dogs wag their butts and move on
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