Two may come,
two may go
Promising the silver
snatching the gold
Hours and hours spending at the door
They urged for a pie,you freaked them
They theft for a loaf,you beat them
They theft for a penny,you leashed them
Striving for a single drop to drink
Who are they?
They are the beggars or the poor,
lying on footpath
Filled with the anger
of all the fake promises
Filled with the anger
Of all the thugs and bullies
They tried to bring in a fire in the country
They urged to remould the lost arbitrary
For every fair they do
They were put behind the bars
For every truth they speak
They had to pay hard
They were born as a gods grace
But they died as culprit alas!
Leaving behind them the martyr with blister
These victims never thought
They were the culprit,
Behind those traitors.