For a while
I thought it as concern
but that is long ago
Now I know
That was you:
Seller of news
Stinger of life
King of Politics
How many have you stung?
in record times
to capitalize your fantasy fictions
and in pages you sell
even Jesus and Gods
from above
they watched you and your mind
the most criminal one
and pages danced to your tunes
In decked up attires
with swollen eyes
In liquid forms
In jar bottles
And there you fell
And red indicates danger
In accident spots
a colour of kali
like that one with skulls
all around
Yes you must go when you take
that in your hand
From mountain to ground
to rehabilitation camp
to rectify the damage