We were the perfect guards

Sworn to uphold  honour,serve and protect  humanity

Until greed imprisoned  us all

We became war merchants

We were fashioned to be priceless

we came out being auctioned

We were traded in an organised manner

We became sorrow to the people who saw us as happiness

We became distasteful to the ones who worshipped our taste

We brought pain to the people we were sworn to protect

We turn children playing ground to their burial ground

We became circumstances for victim of circumstances

Until the hunter became the hunted

We could feel the sorrow,we could see the hatred

We could hear the voices of our victims

Piercing through our minds,crying to be heard

Voices graduated to sounds which envelope our thought

Crippled our sense of belonging

We became lost in our own hatred..

Rejected by the illusionist and the perfectionist

Deactivated by the authority

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