An Old Story
Sometimes we pray so that
The Kitchen God
Will not tell some of our mischievous acts
When back to heaven end of the year
It is not an old story
As a bribery is a comman way of life
Nowadays
To soothe the anger
To satisfy the greeds
To zip the mouths
To blind the eyes
To stuck the ears
Of the authorities
The stony hearts of mankind
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