INSECURITY EVERYWHERE

The forest that hides us

As the war has us

Is the savior for all

Other creatures’ hall

We, hiding from the gun

The forest has the bullet cum

The creeping – cheeping

Hissing – roaring & piping

Of these creature jam

Is more than the gun

So, we hide but our tail isn’t

The world is full of insecurity

You run away from one and meet another.

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