Tell them they are cursed
Those impostors
Who pretends to be trouble shooters
Yet breaks the door latch for the robber

Friends of the common man
Who suffers from kleptomania
Men clad in devil's costumes

Hopes of the living dead
They are school boys
Who uses
Tins as vehicles
sticks as guns

Standing all day
Like a man waiting for his debtor
Clinging to motorists
like zombies
Hitting vehicles
Like goons
Shouting at the top of their voices
Like bus conductors
Waving their sticks
Like sport referees
Just to get the green rectangular polythene

With their perfidious divel
They turn the nation to a quagmire

Tell the men on black berets
That they are all cursed
Like a man who defiled his own blood


TheRadicalTheaspian

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