THE SHATTERED CHARTER

The city is black again!!!

its days are dreary,

Who painted this city black?

it is a rhetorical question ...

that lingers in my mind.

Homes still renovating,

have been broken,

Young faces are growing wrinkled,

Right minds are bewildered, 

Good deeds are being crippled 

Dry faces,but hearts heavy with silent tears .

 Food sustains body and soul,

we will take their pleasure,

we will stretch out to them,

a hand of pleasure to torture,

We will feed the indigene with slavery work,

We will reap their labour,

we will feed the foreigner,

we don't care what they suffer .

Oh..!!! why do my people perish 

For what they do not wished for ?

Lets take away the light,

such that they'll have a blur sight 

of the mischief we have in stock for them .

Ah....!!! 

When the light is off,

what use are the eyes ?

They knew we are good to them,

At least they have ears,

they are hearing what we have been 

doing since inception,

But we have taken their eyes,

Our chain is lurking their pace,

what step can they take?