Poezja

On ladder, you climb 
for espionage, with 
a feeling of an evil. 
 
Somewhere, somebody 
pulls the strings, 
at arterial roads. 
 
You put yourself 
in harm’s way for 
exotic blooms. 
 
A civil disobedience, starts. 
A bone of contention was 
the muscle of love. 
 
One on one 
tooth for tooth, 
lips for lips.