A Crime Scene
Police lines,
Flashing lights,
its a crime scene.
That is our beloved mother earth,
criminals cremated her morals,
her beauty they tarnished with their evil deeds,
turning her into a crime scene.
Lo! The heroes of yesterday are today's criminals,
criminals of today are heroes,
in this fallen land of ours.
Lies are carrying the crown,
ruling over the fading truth,
besmirching all it stands for,
turning honesty into fallacy,
all in the name of greed.
Indeed, our land is a crime scene.
Hear you our lamentations,
let our tears cleans our land,
let our loud resonating cries shush inhumanity,
Lo! hear you our cries.
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