by Randy Nesbitt
As quite as a lamb the night snooze
The air eco loud with quietness
as the wind rush through our bodies
like waves crashing the sea shore
It’s not like once before where the
Air was polluted with o
As quiet as a lamb the night snoozes.
The air echoes loud with quietness
as the freezing wind rushes through our bodies,
shivering cold like waves crashing the seashore.
It’s not like once before,
when the air was polluted with mockery
Of loud crashing noise
and the sophisticating smoke that blocked the sky lungs.
Old tradition has left, yet not returned.
A place that was once celebratory is now somber.
What happened to the excessive splurge of explosions?
This is the tale of Guy Fawkes
what happened to Mr Guy-Fox?
