Fence

They don’t go away

Won’t be ripped

Won’t lose color

Curtain won’t rip curtain apart

Won’t hurt itself

Won’t free itself

Curtain is trapped

In its slinky coward nature

Either covering vistas for ages or the realities

Curtain is a coward wall

A little wall which  does not

even believe in its own little prophecy

Curtain is the denial of reality

It is curtain

Curtain goes away by begging wind

It does not dare

And comes back

Well, when we buy a new house

Before any settlement

We hang curtains

We support curtain

We support blackguard