We can point finger
We can write essays
We can make police reports
We can make statutory declarations
The laws of the country
It is just muted on the black knight
The quietness in the corridor of power
The agencies taking long tea-breaks
The wastepaper baskets beside the desks
All reports throwing into that opening holes
The black knight casting dark shadow
Stretching deeper into the agency souls
Branding with career prospects
Wealth creations on the side........
Atlantuya pieces of soul
The puzzles will become whole
Give him enough rope
He will trip that's the end of him
The laws will not touch the black knight
They are his calling cards.....................
He has their souls on promises made
Only the change will find the truth
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