The
hot chillies
Grinding
to a halt
The
grinder can't proceed
Burning
hands crying in tears
The
story of hot spices
Spreading
hot in the mouth
The
tongue will keep talking
Until
there is reason to stop
The
pounding stone echoes
The
outsiders will keep listening
Telling
a story of the hot chillies
Of
corrupted leaders and crying nation
The
haze never make way
The
sky is still blanket of white sheet
The
pounding stone singing
The
hot chillies dancing
Some
thinking they have the power
They
don't have to listen to a few
It
is a few who will make the downfall
Of
leaders, empires and emperors
The
hot chillies
The
taste hot in the mouth
Reaching
out for water
Sometimes
cold icecubes
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