Me, honored citizen,
In the state of
generous kings
Gods of justice and Utopians
Were beaming, at our
freedom.
Few days back, some ungrateful men
Protested
For their sin, kings men
Left dozens dead, hundreds wounded
You are free, Oh ungrateful men
To think the way,
generous kings, desires:
Say anything, as if republic whole, is Hide Park
Less anything, which, Kings may not like
For the likes of kings, be careful
Because the kings of republic
Are Just, more than, hundred.
Tell that weeping, little girl
Who lost her mother?
Sinner protesting mom, got bullet in her neck
There exist a nexus (in second decade of 21st
century)
Between
Kings of republic and gods of justice, in the west
So, the little one
Must cut your sobs
Me, the aging man
Learnt, in my childhood
The white man is under, burden
Besides, this new nexus
Oh please, little child
Your tears, ripping my heart
Come and bury your head
In my heart
Muffle your sobs
Because
Your cries may disgrace, likes of any king
And
You remember their numbers.