They are fatal to every system,
Thorn near the flower's petals,
Never damage any one of them,
They are to protect like officers.
Officers are fatal to every system,
Go to library under the shades,
Of white papers read all hymn,
Written in the praise of the officers.
The polished shoes and shine of them,
They have different and vibrant colors,
Like rainbow, a illusion of their crime,
Their sound full of innocent cries.
Since the beginning, birth of them,
They were made to crush the innocents,
To rule and to make fool of them,
They were collectors of blood from veins.
Day by day, they nimble the system,
Make it weak and feeble like ruins,
Destroy flourishing progressed kingdom,
They influence in their favor policy makers.