Fierce Fire Blazer
By Yanna
You think so stink with every blink
Your eyes wake with hate and plots to take
You tread late with your bowed head to wed bloodshed
Your hands from the flanks threw planks and fuelled tanks
You stirred and brewed feuds as you mended my shoes
You cried and you lied and you spied at my side
You bitter hell-raiser: you fierce fire-blazer
You’re the reason why man created the taser
