Blunt butchers hired a coffin
By the name of patriotism
They want to bury all our
Civil rights and artistic
Aggression always to penetrate
Others by curves and caves
To crave our vanity
They simply the nocturnal
Know not how to worship
Home they own by birth
The freedom they cherish
By auto synchronization
The other face they masked
To show them not they the real
Just puppet played the games
To notify their illiterate accommodation!
Pranab k c
14/03/2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Today's reality. People living a double life.Very nice. Thanks for sharing.