The
ameeno thugs
Some
called Black Dragons
These
political samsengs
The
police don't touch them
Else
how they behave
Revving
motorcycles smoke in the air
Shouting
with their bikes
Pillion
riders glare..
These
thugs forget
Others
may do the same trick
On
their political leaders
They
know where they stay
They
can't engage in proper dialogues
They
know how to intimidate
With
money they are paid
The
police don't touch them
These
samsengs disgrace to their parents
The
religion they hold and pray in a day
They
forget the virtues of helping and protecting
In
their minds the greed of falling grace
The
people will push for change
Enough
they have seen in this country
The
ameeno thugs the nails into own trap doors
When
the day arrives the glow of light in our eyes
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