Vision Flawed

The king corrupt and people in anguish alone,
Without any crown and decoration on head,
Always with looks dry and spirit tired,
Haunted by peoples’ never ceasing moans.

For sins their, bleed people lone,
With hands vile, kiss people dead,
Gift garments stained with coal and blood,
And in their hand I see a hitting cone.

Kicking people, bending on their knees with flame,
At this plight people are only to blame,
I cried at my love who are these defame,
And she answered these thugs by name,
Secular first and second social justice,
And last with tears in eyes, strongest flawed justice.

FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA

poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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