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.
The Momma Clan 
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