All men are cre(m)ated equal
With one burning desire
To live a life
Close to hell fire
The devil will play
With their emotions
But disregard others
With equal devotions
Their fingers get burnt
On a regular basis
And they will always be wearing
One of two faces
Not to be trusted
Is the tag or the label
That some will wear proudly
If they are able
Give them an inch
And they take a mile
Don’t be fooled
It’s an ambiguous smile
