The Red Blooded Homo-Sapien

When this world full of falsify,
There's come out this red blooded to clarify,
How this world sound idiotically hard,
And he explain it smart.

The red blooded change its uniform,
It's not bored but more to inform,
But when the homo-sapien come?
It's when every butterflies fall into a doom.

The galosh already come to thirst,
Out of sudden he appears and approach first,
He grab our hand and hold it tightly,
Just in case they fall too deeply.

Now these butterflies can fly everywhere,
Because they are searching the nectar somewhere,
With the passion the red blood set inside,
A million thanks cannot be bite.

-Me-

p/s: I've made this poem just for Dr H.M Tuah
https://www.facebook.com/pages/drtuah/206924016305