O mothers i am tired of searching words for you.
The poignant section of the dictionary is over.
O mothers, the tears shed by you have got no onlookers.
For they play just for the game of throne.
One more feather added to their cap,
One more mother got emptied her lap.
This game of throne has got no end,
Wait for the God to send,
A Messiah,
who will Act as a saviour,
Who will pull us back from their clutches,
Who will dethrone them,
And will end this dirty GAME OF THRONE.
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