A Republic Of Fools Poem by Dipro Azad

Half a life has passed,
Faith of the old frauds yet ungrateful quite,
The pits are filled with clotted sweat
And with ashes of the rebel age
Hidden below His darkened gaze;
Tombs that were built now rusted,
Dreams stir in the realm of hades,
Half a life thus wasted
Enemies of lies once again lives.

In hundred vile brothers march
Haunted by their gory past,
Feet chase feet, to palace of Satan;
Oh mighty Lord, crown of holocaust,
Past that we buried breathes anew,
What shall we do? What can we do?
Sleepless eye replies in relentless scream-
Bereave them, seal off the lung's grant,
Quod every thought, cast out every dream.

Every soul that whispered, in darkness
We threw, every rebel with light too,
Every dream brewed, every mind shrewd,
We slaughtered all, burned and buried.
Yet freedom walks, out of cursed pits
Shape of ashes, forms and splits,
Whispers; kings and mass howl high,
All are fading; can't the truth just die?

In wonder, why precepts must perish,
Far worse, as audacity can nourish;
Why reign of myths falls in blunder
To truth, to love, to all that are tender,
Why night must shiver, of sanguine suns
Why pillars of injustice must tremble
Before rogue minds, anything but humble;
Thus wondering we suffer the invasion
Of truth, and await the infernal revolution.