Confessions Of A Corrupt Mind

graffities on the walls of my mind so corrupt

riotus echoes in the halls of my mind they erupt

in the ocean of guilt, my conscious drowned

with an empty soul dancing to tune of 21 guns

in the hands of a traitor- a nation lost and found

robbed from the feeble hands of common ones

black dalhias on the beds of my mind so corrupt

have poiseoned the threads of my mind somewhat

i have sucked the wind from its signal waves

and sucked it more till it completely dried

and smuggled it to where my allies stayed

my selfindulging selfishness surely satisfied

and I don’t really remember 26^th of November

when the city danced to the melancholic firecrackers

and I was woken up from my peaceful slumber

by the deafening gunshots of the puppet attackers

i made very sure that plotted slaughter ensued

to avenge the ashes of burning train of divide

and the bloody game of throne still continued

when thousands of men of both the Gods died

the crippled society alleges me of vice corruption

even the archangels can’t undo the sins I have done

come out my akin brothers- the fraudulent senators

we deserve nothing but to be hanged under the sun