Boo of Democracy
Lament of booing
Jackals in the jungle
Yelping by the opposite
Dogs of the people
In their own stands
Demarcation of instinct
Peeing at the border
Lion roar for the kingdom
Jackals and dogs
Differ sharply from the village
And closely from the jungle
Fleshed of taste of voices
Rising with the moon
Hawks are from the sky
Aim with sharpen eyes
Chaos of the ground
Gives a chance for
To down a ladder
Being rotten and decayed
Spreading the smell of flesh
But in the mean time
Being dried up
To become game of taste
Scenario of the flesh of needs
Transforming into a less of mean
Voices of space are stagnant
Watching the darkness of grim
Benumbed people surrounded
Udaya R. Tennakoon
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