Where To Complain

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Where to go for complaint? When king becomes blind and turn saint? When kingdom is handed over to wolves Whole mystery surrounds and treachery involves Is it wise to turn the kingdom into holy land? Leaving the subjects into the unholy hands? Allow anarchy and misery to prevail All rights and freedom may also to curtail These were the old divine rights of the kings King was master and we the animals in rings No voice to be heard with clipping of wings Not to even murmur and allowed to sing Kings used to abdicate power in favour Such a mad race shrouded in glamour Such was state and no worry for subject Power or authority only main object Kings have vanished but leaders are born Only power game and principles torn Who knows which side they may turn? Monarchy is over or likely to return People still favour old king’s system Voice was still heard………………… Thousands of leaders have come into being Promises forgotten and no welfare to bring God may save country from clutch King was accessible even within reach Leaders have worries and no time to spare There is no use quality to compare We have no choice but to live with evil One may be less other may be more devil Life is short and has to be compromised When words are reneged initially promised There is no use for blood to get boiled Only strong resolves to get attempts foiled Still nothing is slipped away and out of hand Rule should prevail with respect to holy land

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