In the battlefield
war horses fight for him
Because he is stripped of
What they enjoy the most
For the continuity of their amusement
Those saviours pawn him
Because he is the source of their legitimacy
With dreams showered on him
He becomes wet with romantic ideals
And they with churning creams
Anyone dares oppose such banditry
Gets trimmed or dissolved
Thus speeds the violence
And the nation is pushed in such cycles
With gradually eroded legitimacy
For their polluting the source
Playing along this alley
Those champions could amass
But the violence could polarise one day
Leaving the the Nation in abyss
The misery is about to bleed
With time flowing in hullabaloo
What radiates now is not glow
A facade supreme
What continues is not rhythm
A beat irregular
Still he continues
Along with his Nation
Plundered, pillaged and resigned to penury
Where a beaming child
Is robbed of his smile
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