Share one out quick
days with an aching stomach -
the maw in our bucket is fear, dear Liza.
How can this be?
The lot of slippery, same-old, insane
- fisted against evolving -
shoves again to the point.
They are ready, aiming, set to fire
on everyone!
Who am I?
Who do my children see that I am?
Friends, who are you?
Are we to do nothing?