The Scandalous Of Our Land Giants Poem by Abeeb Hammed

The coyness of skipper's waterloo
In a ecology of grumble decree
That shoulder the law of sovereign
Of a taciturn elements of shambles
Upon the sunless of echoes raining
In our ears of shallow places
In the fardles of cactus of tears
Of a wee on born into this skies
Of assonance of spoonerisms errs
Sans our humanities apposite left
It is true! ! !
To the sovereigns of lies........
You locked yourselves into offices
Of offences with luxuries of ills
With the air-conditioning corrosion
You left ours vontage-point to mal-
You abandoned thee coscom custom
Into alternative forgone of grumble
You abandoned thee opulency etimology
Into the misery of glandular fever
Hoodlums around the cross-sections
With their arsenals of takken-takken
The bookless of them tell the sun not
To shine the miniac depth of others
Educated blues show colourless of its
Raiment glamour with exception
It is true! ! !
To the kings of our lands
You are welcome to the globe
Of honorary red-cloths of wore
Truly, your nomenclature is ge-hu
But...............
If no, your murkiest maggot is now
Until you change to blue-colour
It is true! ! !