The Momma Clan

We arise to the soulful trumpets of salutations 

We embrace the ensign emblems of our nation 

The stiffled breath of aerated heart among the war

Hustle the traces of infectious invaders to ooze

Poisonous paints of venomous malevolent mushrooms around

Reap the conflict of consanguinity to last long 

Clueless plans and conspiracies strained the roots of armour

The breeding of evil next to kin and fell the knocks that kindred

Incessant crosses of swords and arrows in gallantry 

Levitates the run of opulence and infantry 

Bondsman and bossy heads of the castle 

Work one’s finger to bone &  confiscated the throne

Fearless eyes of serf to die silent tears of odalisque to skivvy

Build the dreary doors of dreadful domes to seize 

It ponders for utopia under the trees of umbrage 

The thrown thralls of treachery 

To work under the bonded citizenship of slavery 

Every gushing galloons of gore reckoned by the ground

Remorse the name of an unarmed combat in the end

-Nithya V.