Same Snakes

Himself he does ask in a raucous tone;
‘Around me does a head for real love me?’
He does ask as, he sees green snakes alone,
Whose eyes don’t want to see him swim in glee.

A moment dark he’s stuck in, filled with pride
That, on all these snakes it shines its bright lights;
Lots of known faces flee and strive to hide,
The smiley ones choose to frown with their mights.

Their king is looking at far north no stay,
Whereas at south he lies still, drown in pains;
For him, a costly wreath they wish to lay,
It is engraved on their hearts and cold brains.

Now he leans wholely on the one whose hands
And warm arms he was cradled in for years,
And strange hands as, he prays God understands
His cries and with His hand wipe all his tears.