Masterstroke

 Maybe it's not about me,
But all about my community.
Probably, not a fault of my city,
But retribution to my country.

Months of uphill battles,
from hot spells to winter dregs,
for the termination of 
princely unlawful laws.

Motivated beard killings,
Saturated thought murders,
vandalising church on Christmas,
or riots under the name of religion.

Fourteen year's patience
and evermore courage of conviction
to get justice, infamous,
which turned around
like a flash of lightning.

As soon as,
triumph of integrity began,
than deceit knocked
grinning at the doors.

The country of matures
became a hell for freshmen.
They enter the tomb of hopelessness
and give away their lives, depressed.

A law maintained 
to prevent a Kappan from ground.
But no laws to hold back
mendicant for her SPEECHES.

In modern times,
there exists no need of any bench
or charge for preserving courts,
a buldozer and one to drive is enough.

Shows of comics carry terrorist thread
and China getting into borders
is ALL TOO WELL.
Safety of cows to be prioritiesed
and outbreak of infanticide 
and widespread malnutrition
are some champagne problems.
Wild wars on network of Cartoons
and few resonance 
on incremental suicide rates.
Scholar, while in opposition
and vultures, while in rule.

No, it's about me,
it's not about my community.
A fault of my society,
retribution to humanity.

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