It has already uprooted from a cruel bulldozer
And going for a song on a haunted pulpit.
The hypocrites make pulps by crushing Sediment
And proudly produce papers for printing matter.
They boast in their puffy newspapers
About human rights, moral values, prosperity, equity and lot of miracles.
These crooks & freaks rule the innocents by throwing peanuts to them.
They suck their blood and pulverize the bones
In their multi-coloured trickery machines
And make them into gunpowder for their shameful weapons.
When the new Sun rise from the west and give light to the weaklings
Who were in blindfold?
*Dedications to those who are generous and good-hearted walk to the solidarity?
nimal dunuhinga
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