In A Tragic Situation 18

I was only silent because I never wanted to be

Till when the memorization of the tragic fell my way

I couldn’t believe how vibrant negatively it sounded like a bee

Just because I had chilled it to let it go on around the rear tray

I Am called a proud poet for a reason that is known by a few

You had me filled with pain from the start of fermentation even at the tip

They had me regret your own faults even when robbery grew

You are such merciless creatures who deserve a death drip

Please spare the rest because I doubt if you can live for a correction

The violent attack you did on me will never spare you I swear

The content you took from me was a lot to change a generation

I want to tell you about a poet and an author who has got no fear

If you thought you had achieved, sorry you made a loss

If you thought my status quo was a fall, I pity you, bad boss.