Tears from Chain

Nature cry of dimwit, thou have defy your nature
Nurturing your brute cruelty nature
Preying on have not,
Placing your dagger in their chest,
Praying you have nothing to loose

Oh nitwit! Thou have defined your future
Holding your freedom to be captured
Playing hide and seek to vermin them
Praying you emerged unscathed.

Little are the wits, staring with misty eye
Brittle is their shield, tearing with pity mysteriously.
Trying to speak with muted voice
Espying they have much to loose
Praying today end the tyrant era.

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