None will stop before ruining themselves
None will interfere before ashes only the prospect
None will take the risk to stop eliminating human numbers
Mainly child and women, adolscent and olds
Bosses are busy with simple math of profit and loss
Keeping relation with the butchers and associates
Bosses are self-declare civilized
And others yet they think their slaves
So the arena where stags human bodies
Eliot's crows are not allowed to enter that killing field
And earth waits to witness another end of his civilazation
Just keep your eyes close and feel air is passionate
To have repeated N-explosions from ground to sea!
Pranab k c
22/01/2024
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