THE SHATTERED CHARTER

The city is black again!!!

its days are dreary,

Who painted this city black?

it's a rhetorical lines in mind.

Homes still renovating,

have been broken,

Young faces are being wrinkled,

Right mind are bewildered, 

Good deeds are being crippled 

Dry faces but heavy crying mind .

Eating of food stabilizes body and soul,

we will take their pleasure,

we will stretch out to them,

a hand of pleasure to torture,

We will feed the indegene 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 mitshief we have in stock for them .

Ah....!!! 

When the light is off,

what's the usefulness of 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?