Masked beasts

Speak a little, little do say,                                           
free today, but tomorrow’s prey.
Hide the truth, or hide from truth,
Believe yourself, yet not the youth.

Comfort is less, though the pain more,
Bitter fruit dipped within sour.
Darkened room; just a ray of light,
Life’s sweet, bitter, sour cake, just take a bite.

Build with clay ; a small journey but long way,
Its never forever home to stay.
Do good for good passes hand to hand,
If you can’t build, don’t destroy mother land.

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