Oh there is no lie
The burning temple
The beaten people
All are bogus,
There are no violation of human rights
No minority wants to fly,
All are propaganda of fallen guy
Makes the revolation foul cry.
Oh there is no lie
Make the elder getting naked
and a dance for wicked
No body robbed
No body die
No body fly
Don't listen the whisper
It is only the sound of wind
Says the monster;
You may find
Who left behind.
There is no lie
There is no lie
Who says, the monster king says and this is the true.
16/08/2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem