FALLEN OF MASKS

Those who act like
Bablof* hunting dogs
Bark and bite
Their relatives in margin
Those curse sons
Of victims and mortals

Bones in mass graves

Will dumn them

Upon all their disgraceful life span

Consider it as a fact

Those who follow

The bad fellow

Figures of disguise

In the junk of big lies

The Triangular capital and Republic

And still act so

At the time of multimedia

Do they have any idea?

That when ever they done wrong

Souring hearten and deceit

For Masters chair and seat

Thinking no one know

But, every one know

May face their shameful fate

Then they will

Understand one day

There will be

No game to play.


Note :Russian psychiatrist