
as the time flew away,
gloomy clouds going down the earth,
in a mood to conquer over truth,
and to chop all its roots up,
filling the iniquity in the pod,
a deliberation plan to master over,
to wrap the things off;
sowing the grim like seeds,
for a promising yield,
it all has been started,
to ruin, deflower, neutralize,
the truth, compassion and hope,
circulating in the middle of the river,
without any support to resume,
now the monster is ready to prey,
spreading all its branches around,
but the guards-the people,
are still dreaming false hopes,
following the path of non violence,
its the time to stir up,
ceding the rest on the bed,
time has come to hold the swords,
and an audacity should mount,
to blow the mouth of sullenness,
tearing the blood vessels,
chocking the neck,
hacking all its parts,
and the soul of it,
that is never be snubbed,
and the conceded minds,
that are not belong to us,
should be crushed.