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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Between liking and disliking While the reason being an arbitrator But do you see the rift between Sane and insane ? That the privileged ones of the era today Conveniently and keenly prefer to ignore To differentiate between the two For it is their lust for power (not prowess) For it is their greed for grip (not random) When the truth silently creeps between the duo. They are skilled craftsman of beautiful lie They are excellent spoliators in disguise As the saying goes ‘ hay when it is sun ’ And for these magnificent ones Any day is sunny day. They open the gate of allurement Lo, throng the crowd of odds and evens dull-witted All of those underprivileged are roped-in Here these magicians erect Hypothetical mountain rise so high, Hear the mighty illusionary oceans splash, With hollow promise and assurances All these wrapped in attractive packs To gift away those poor souls That never see a sun shine. They are masters of your nation’s destiny They want peace at all cost. Not in the nation’s interest But in their own interest, They pledge to resort to anything To achieve their goal of peace Treachery, bribe, brutal force or divide and rule They are not reluctant to avail any of these. Y’know, they have the honour of dividing the nation At the brink of communal line, Here they play the game of emotion and passion Followed by a mass blood-shed, rapes and mass exodus. They would give you anything but freedom and liberty Take all moons, stars, planets but peace, The reward of your toil Those starry twinkling sweat, Not yours, The blood that travels thousands of miles in your body Again Not yours, That salty water wailing out of sockets of your eyes, That waif and stray tears, That too Not yours. It is they who are the masters of your blood, sweat and tears, It is all because you have given them mandate to govern you, To be more precise, to serve you. Just who the mighty one can stop Niro from playing flute After city he sets ablaze !
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