Ignominy
First there is none
Then comes a ruler
Calls Himself great emperor
A series of terror
Then shattered mirror
Many and many mutiny
Declaring people’s destiny
Soon he becomes humpty--dumpy
And new fills throne empty.
After a pause
Again tremor
Walls crumble with terror
Tumults and new manifestation
Demanding utopian destination
Many tensions and sensation
Mad mobs’ temptation
And the second is displaced
After a short climax.
Presently another ism
One more colorful prism
It repeats again and again
As the monsoon is prone to rain
For a layman hallucination
The same as Phoenix evolution
Yet no long-lasting solution
Remedy is no more than lotion
Dirty politics surplus precaution.
Every time Pandora’s casket
Does come in a new basket
And causes more sufferings
Spring and Fall bring miseries
Never has one seen that dawn
Which brings everlasting sun
Over plateaus high
Enjoying serenity of the sky.
When can one bask in the sun
Dethroning none
Shining either side of fence
With full of sense?
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