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It was 2039, a nation laid low,
A once-proud land, now shrouded in woe.
We stood on the brink, victorious near,
But the invaders' shadow cast our darkest year.
It began in '21, a fateful day,
When a leader’s hand paved the invaders’ way.
Like rats, they multiplied, a hungry horde,
Their poison spread, a blight on our land explored.
In '24, a tyrant rose to reign,
She was nothing but a big ty promise in vain.
With terrorist’s fist, she crushed our hope's flame,
As darkness descended, our spirits got tame.
Fear, like wildfire, swept across our land,
Leaders, like embers, vanished, hand in hand.
Our cries for salvation, a mournful plea,
Echoed through the ruins, lost at sea.
Protests erupted, flames danced in the night,
The invaders united, their voices a blight.
Chaos reigned supreme, anarchy's reign,
As our nation crumbled, lost in the pain.
Colleges burned, students, hearts aflame,
Yet no savior came, no one to claim.
The government, a shell, a hollow deceit,
As hope faded, our souls grew incomplete.
A nation at war, with itself and the world,
Our dreams turned to dust, our banners unfurled.
No one could save us, no one took a stand,
As the ruins of our nation filled the land.
Fear, like wildfire, swept across the land,
Leaders, like embers, vanished, hand in hand.
Our cries for salvation, a mournful plea,
Echoed through the ruins, lost at sea.
Let this be a warning, a rallying cry,
To stand against darkness, to never deny.
The future’s still ours, if we choose to fight,
And reclaim our nation, restore the light.
Copyright © Shashwath Manjunath | Year Posted 2025
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