If we recognise the chief of our land,
Terrorism begins to sprinkle tension over where we stand,
He mobilizes strong cohort,
And always have different analogy over a dreadful plot,
Sometimes it's more than gross,
No more can we bear the stream of his mischievous laws,
But how can we undermine his primary sensuality?
Routinely,we complain about his pessimism,
But Stupidly,he replies with negativity,
Saying,"all things falls under fatalism",
The rate of his heartbeat will increase very soon,
After we're done with an amended rule,
He will regret being a chosen fool,
When I tell him to hand over the mantle as cool,
Proudly all of us will make his impersonation expire,
And you'll reign forever as we aspire,
In you,our security is high.
And nothing will make it die.
Copyright © Anderson Walkingshoes | Year Posted 2018