Mice Of Men Poem by Anzelyne shideshe

I saw a sneer,
Right in there faces,
My sixth sense though!
Weirdly accommodated it!
I wondered why?

I kept my calm,
But the voice deep down,
Couldn't keep calm,
I knelt before the almighty,
Seeking his intervention,

He whispered in my ears!
That's there hearts talking,
It's me irritating them not you,
Forget there sneer,
But there vicious smiles,

Protection! Protection!
A voice lamented,
Scary is there sneer,
Fired they wrote,
Smiling graciously,
God's intervention.