Imperialism

One who conquered the lands from west to east, and one who could only make slaves from north to south, but could not win the hearts, sewn bushes of hatred. After hundreds of years the slow moving time, changed the entire landscape, the bushes got puberty, no surprise if these clouds shower blood. Centuries old thirst has modified the leaves in thorns, flowers are a magic of green leaves of love, thorns are an outcome of hatred. You are getting what you gave to the soil. Why do you expect rains from the clouds, now take your bath in your own blood, and don't expect flowers from the earth.