POEM
Shattered are we
shattered are our dreams
like Chrystal glasses all around.
Mistaking him for our benevolent saviour
on assuming the saddle of the ruler
we celebrated his assumption of power
across our land
and our euphoria
refused to settle down
for a prolonged period.
And we remained drowned in
our happy days
our cheerful days
and we were
reluctant to come up from the
lake of delight.
But our calculations
went wrong.
Our so-called ruler
began to display
his true-colours
his display of
iron-fist and fierce look
and ruthless punishment.
Shattered are we
shattered are our dreams
like Chrystal glasses
all around…………….
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