[Inspired by Current Affairs]
The things you want are in your palms;
The fine day song is garnering crescendo.
But, grasping is an achievment, loosing hold is an earn…
Passing decree, keeping the pawns in light,
From speech to eat, from fund to revenue.
We, the people, are loyal to you as you see;
First we whine, then we cry, then we smile;
We protest, we rally, fill the wall, awake the birds
But, we never let you down…never…ever…
Oh king have you seen how your cloak getting soiled.
We argumentative soul debate on the sentence–
Of your officers; you remain silent
Rejecting thus being part
And we too become silent after a time…
Song of fine day is garnering crescendo…