Monsters roaming everywhere
To strike and prick you!
Bloodthirsty recognized persons quench their thirst with the blood of your dearest children;
Your lonely daughters dragged away by the demons for their feast;
Virgin Mary lies in agony on the streets of gentlemen!
The prime guardians of your masses gift the protestors with imprisonment;
Your protesting daughters are honoured publicly with a so-called grand word ' Prostitute'!
Paws and claws of dictatorship
Dance nakedly on your sacred altar!
Your politicians glorify their developments amidst Virgir Mary's agony!
I, a prosaic child of you, can only wield my pen;
Can't know when my pen will be snatched away.
Nicotine gathers in my heart,
Throbbing my blood like a lava,
I cry out over my helplessness!
Oh, my Motherland! Dear old Mother!
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I cry out over my helplessness! That is really true with disorganised nations. As poverty sweeps tha streets. Nice work.