Fool

A Subtle hooded Man in toned grey, hidden the Alley's of eerie shadows, Stood upright. Like a standing hay in raining waters. Which quite literally was Stormy just a moments ago.

His black voided irises flared, As he Watches below a peculiar scene,  He found quite amusing. 

A man in green caramel coat with pair of  Lengthed Army boots, Talks Arguably to another individual. who wore different Dark Ocean blue Police wear to what seemed to ignore his Angry Debate over something he could think to be trivial.

  “Mindless fools, Self blame towards others, wouldn't solve the problem to the subjective. you are trying to piece.”  Mockingly chuckled the hooded man, It says wisely so. As if to be scolding both individuals who were fighting childishly; And—another ignorantly stubborn to listen to the other.

Walking a step away from the peculiar scene of children if he may call, He took off with the last call. And a chilling smile presented to the bone

      “Fools can always be fools.”