The daylight comes with its stresses
Every challenges wears different dresses
But the shadow view of the lonely nights
Cast an ugly beauty with a fright.
Fetching visible ghost in the solid air
Naked or clothed, pulling strands of hair;
While the maggots, drills, sacred areas.
Outlaws, we are same under the blue,
Let’s struggle till, our season is through,
Life is a crime, death is a jailer’s shark
Devouring and unpacking bags of rags.
As our enamoring bodies turn open fire
Burning us all, till dry bones are similar;
We are only strong or weak, till our burial.