Ruthless April

The horizon weaves a boundary,
Fools sit within the four sides,
Morons, idiots, stupids, gasbags,
Whatever you call, April first
proclaims an ominous sign.
Every fox cries ridiculing humanity,
The chirping that day proclaims inanity,
Crimson firmament.  Fooled each other,
Sadism rules the roost.  Not innocent fun,
The scorching sun with a sinister laugh,
Burned vivacity, bred inferiority,
Cruel men celebrate the pain of others,
Fool's have a day!  Civilization does'nt!

The pain spreads unexpectedly,
Owls hoot not knowing the calendar
the change occurred.  Let us question
No man is a fool, let us question!

April is never cruel.  Breed all the good,
Let us pave the way  for a greenish future.