Fools of Rude Madness

In shadows wild, the mad ones prowl,
With tongues unbound, their curses howl.
No grace in speech, no shame they know,
Just venom spat where kindness grows.

They rant and rave in frenzied spite,
Lacking manners, lost to light.
Ill-bred souls with fractured minds,
Sowing chaos, leaving binds.

Their laughter cracks like brittle glass,
Fools unchained, alas, alas.
Yet in their storm, the wise stand tall,
Unswayed by rage's reckless call.