About Time

Beasts are free 

Perverts on the loose,

They won’t spare, even a goose 

Little ones, getting raped

Hungry bastards, getting bailed 

Screams haunt the others

No one to trust, not even brothers

Who will put an end?

They ignore, they pretend

While the perverts stop and stare 

Little ones, not sure 

If the touch is good or bad

The wolves out there, totally mad

Lords at the top, sigh

But they also turn a blind eye 

Who can fight the devil?

Who can demolish the evil?

Centuries have gone, 

Let bygones be bygones 

Generations have gulped the bitter truth

About time this new hope is given birth

Afterall even rivers change their path

And this is a matter of our wrath!


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