Bet I owe you no apology,
As I pen this down to you ;
When the time draws near
For the aptitude to the determined
Or perhaps the string of subjection
The seats have enormous guests than usual;
Nonchalant looks paves way
Even the rats fail to have their space
But get more gains from the drops
Dry chains, brown teeth, and dusty feet
Still , on the pronounced day
Amidst the resounding protocol
Many are subversive of the rules
Supposed Mr Anonymous
Cackled up in suits like undertaker
Viral of inks on the resting prints
Splashing with spurious knowledge
Postures traced from various cultures
Would indeed not be found wanting
What are we embracing?
The supposed upholders now the defaulters
A slap to the face
Even you Mr Anonymous
The scarecrow now the crow
Allotted victories, obscene means
A swing in the pendulum
Just for the phase of time
Cloaks of their true nature
Soon the wanted hunter
Shall be meat to the predator;
Or perhaps the host itself
Shall have a taste of the parasite blood.
