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