On the face of cosmetic growth,
cosmic energy is ignored,
whatever you do, say, we won't listen
to your hearsay,
your jaw would drop in awe
when we'd respond to all your flaws,
wait for the final blow
to end all your hee-haw,
await our last straw.
Your overturning the law would
backfire,
wait and watch, we'll overthrow
you from power,
you ruined democracy under
the patient paradise,
the omniscient firmament,
in our unerring eyes, you are
guilty, not innocent.
Note: The poem is rather Indian. Pretty much sad and disillusioned, I didn't enjoy writing the poem.
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