Deciet Poem by PUKKA VICTOR

The Aroma was so strong
tempter like the serpent's speech at the garden
our antennas pointed to one direction, same frequency was our hearts as we perceive change in the air

We backed our decisions diligently and our big bags filled with little goodies
We couldn't read the handwriting on the wall
until our blisters appeared again
But it was late as we had to wait for four years

After 4 years a chance came knocking instead of an opportunity to put an end to the dreaded issue.
Of course we tried but the octopus stood. it's tentacles spread across every part we fought but he won again

We fed the Snake, now our hands bleed. We made him, to reverse it we can. No more shall we be blindfolded because we are precious. To Victory To Victory