Sunday, August 19, 2012

Land of Rising Fun!

Don’t show your guns or draw that dagger,
Armagnacs! Again plundering lands…more baggers;
Nation is sick! Cannot be cured?
Commoners Weak! Should that be endured?
I walked in positive childhood,
Hoping a change with the old gone;
Today after eons – New also is stoned.

Mockery all around,
Sufferers home bound.
Roads depicted freedom till yesterday;
Now! Guarded by those wild hound.

I can see the last red turning black in the distant sky,
Will there be a sunrise tomorrow?
I can see silhouette of diminishing life,
Will they drust to return tomorrow!?
Back home there is more to borrow,
Though dry, they can learn to furrow!

Alaskan Storm breaking megabergs on the other side,
We are creating megabergs of hatred in our own hides;
Do not abase – the heart is heavy today;
You cannot abdicate but can rewrite on their slate.

Who should I join and whom to absolve;
Angry stomach creating hunger of the mind,
Please do not draw that line,
Let emancipation percolate, every society rhyme!


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