Jousting Patriots: by Krishnendu Piplai - Distorted Malice
Jousting Patriots: by Krishnendu Piplai - Distorted Malice
The day it draws an end severe as the gallows await for the convict its dear..
Curses that rain for the breathing omen upheld the prize of the sentence of death..
Taking lives in the spill of hate he paints bloods on the bricks of corpses..
Glory it is the lever to pull ropes of penalty that strangles the butcher..
Competing with the crowd slogans aloud my fellow men , cast a wave of vengeance
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Prove my loyalty to the nation I pride , to punish the asura is the desire who guides..
Here I stand in the arena of jousting patriots as my flag sweeps the sky , barriers of faith and regions I leap dodging the bullets of bureaucrats..
On my taxes the brute sits idle like an unholy sage in meditation , inhales peace in sordid captivation bathes in the shower of misguided humanity..
For this cannibal of peace no penalty is grave enough but a mortal being I am craving for a morsel from the feast of retribution..