Ah! ah! cry will fall from our face

marking a trace

in our heart,our eyes fail to found target

then our soul will buzz and rot

those chiftains who loose their kismet

O! their consciencies were erected on failure character

disolving like amathan character

their kins will run to the boot polls

having their hands thumbprint on paper pools

interstingly,they will spray peper powder

scaring them away their own power

and shut them out of their father land

the bullets would beat the drun on their back

like newly tested nuclear bomb sound

they will wear metl helmet

still their bodies will conquer by bullets

they will use arrow proofcharm

still they will bleed and fall

like idle elephnt

ah! ah! they will cry and cry more

like tyranny allows into greedy hut

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