ALWAYS A VICTIM 2
Stink stank and a putrid smell
Annoying litters and unhealthy dumps
Unwholesome streams of a greenish well
Bizarre pictorial presentation of urbanised slums...
Dripping taps and muddy aqua
Candle lights every darkly nights
Terror, tremor and a yelling hunger
A mass burial and funeral of rights...
Unemployed and retrenched in a battle of fame
As retired and not tired die on the wheel
On moonlit nights their reps share the game
Proletariats have but skeletons to feel!
And their boulevard some chains of death traps
Their banquet but a feast of fat worms
Those 'bird-winged' leaders gifting them craps
With death stories from no medical reforms...
Mr. Penury is no more one character of a fairy-tale
Newly-born first learn the word 'insecurity'
Mrs. Standard has long been put up for cheap sale
The heroes always been victims of a bloody society!