The Foxes

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