Numbers march not to return <br />In their footsteps centuries burn <br /> <br />Cooped up men yes women too <br />Sipping the same insipid stew <br /> <br />The Penguins all on tundra flap <br />clueless hobble on a deceitful gap <br /> <br />Dismal blacks pepper the whites <br />cloaking rays from hooded sights <br /> <br />Know not that in memories fought <br />in ornate caves are lemmings caught <br /> <br />Clueless saplings twirl and turn <br />to catch an eye that they yearn <br /> <br />Millions lost to plots and schemes <br />Sold on quirky quixotic dreams <br /> <br />In farther lands Lenin is dead <br />yet here he sleeps on a rosy bed<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dress-reversal-9-10-11-12-13/
