I Preen My Face With My Tongue

What’s there in mind comes out through the face Veiled evil ghost participates in melting human race All are melting like a chocolate in the mouth of devil ‘O’ Blacksmith, master of inferno, put them on anvil Who am I to show my anger under your command? What am I nothing but a puppet with unseen thread? A show is on, a war show, for more butter and bread Blinded eating the human flesh, fate with new brand. I am neither so smart nor so white and of course not rich I have never gone a parlour for facial or for bleach I preen my face with my tongue, see the world with eyes I have seen the world with many angles and in much size O wise awake, so to raise humanity with human kind Turn your eyes inward and see, beauty there you find