Much said, You
Much, We listened to.
Our eyes can not be
false sir,
our breathe can never be
simple air in and out.
You have flooded your reserve
with down pour from heaven
but not a single
we have filled
to quench our thirst
eternal.
Every word of yours
is a fatal weapon
we have not collected a stone
yet.
We can not leave you
escape sir
we listen you no more.
Ploughed fields
with failed crops
sill not lost
its fertility.
We plant arrows
to shoot you must.
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