Parody of Ideology : A Cry for Crown

My Lord,

Nervous leader never retired

Ethics is in pity- state in cry,

Nerves never realized-

Crown is chained with a desire.

My Lord,

Leaders shouted West is best

Some swear right is best -Some left,

Section and section – we divide

Futile is all – at in the present.

My Lord,

My comrade turned to be wrong

Me was forced to dress- carry a gun,

Command was pain though I sign

Crown is cozy- remain Shinning.

My Lord,

Crown is in city , manager dazzled

Jungle is dark – doom- full with death,

Me was there – fear every where,

City with Crown became yours

Crown is cozy – is in your hands.

My Lord,

State is in coma since decades

City with flame- with dead souls

Suspend of insight – with full intends

City remain with dead dreams

Crown is cozy – is in Your hands.

My Lord,

Soul rejects to body- self is lost

So unhandy leader they became,

All went in vain- only scarce remain

Crown moves right and left

Crown moves left and right.

My Lord,

Tide has raised,

A common stands without command

AWAKEN – AWARE – and ALIVE.

To alter,

Belief is BELL

BELL is Belief.

So is my plight

My Lord

So is my plight.