There cruelty is served as legacy
And the coercion as coustom
The merciful king becomes monster
behind the big curtains
The curtains with darkest shade of grey

As the fort becomes humongous
The sins seems to become small
Ask those walls , bricks and mortar
They Carry the burden
And hide the wrong doings
at the back of all fortes


The war he win
The medals he earn
Becomes his licence for transgression The land he own
The fortune he made
Becomes his right to rape

Concent never will matter now
As he is mightiest of the mighty.
His gold crate will justify everything
The commend for blue
The reverence of human as God
Everything is the same

Time changed , Humanity changed
View changed., Languages changed
The meaning is still the same
Now we have a new escape goat
Democracy !
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