The Beast And The Beast Makers Poem by Adams King

Who bit the master's hand
Alas! It's his dogs
O disloyalty, the hands that feeds you
Comfortably you chew

Rejoice! The people in the streets
Same dog you attacked us with
has held you by the heels
with it's fangs

Many of our brothers bitten to death
by the monsters you created
The demons you tormented us with

You sucked the marrows of humanity
out of their bloody bones
And made beast of gentle men

Was it not the same beast
you gave guns to kill us
Our own brothers turned against us

Bloody civilians! Bloody civilians
They echo as we're been whipped
beaten with batons till we bled

With every dropping sweat and blood
We made rivers of pains
The boundaries which separated us
from these cursed devils

Oh! How cold is the kiss of karma
The rolling wheels of fortune
The guns has risen against the gods

Now the trap has caught
the trap setters
The bloody beast has risen
against the beast maker