Eyeballs zoomed and jogged
Where crooked notions flocked
When wolves of life caught their sight
Indulging jaggedness in texture bright
A pie in the sky was promise so made
Blindfolding the reason favour they shed
A pool of sufferings the choked feet Wade
Fate, fate, a cursed fate

Scorching politics of the streets
Causing heat-stroke to drawing room’s peace
Amid the rolling moods
Of desolation and disconsolation
Nothing but the tossing heads brood
Break! Break! Break the biting chains
Bitter complexities will run no more in veins

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