Will truth get its justice?: A poem 

If hell is bad and deep sea is good, 

I’d really want to be no fodder for this alleged food 

I am a fire that needs no wood 

I don’t want a deep-sea law that is hollow and crude 

Paradise was hijacked by the sapiens men 

You’d think I want to be a forever server in your freezing heaven? 

I know the Supreme gave a long line to the Piscean 

And with Prakash Saint Paul’s hijacking, I will have to live in eternal orbit, then 

Don’t ask me to choose between fish and moon! 

I’m certain that either of them is my very doom! 

I am writing this missive to everybody, for I haven’t got a clue 

what destiny, in any event, wants me to do? 

And the mystery and history haven’t always been Cinderella’s shoe 

The prince is straitjacketed, for torture and treachery too! 

Does anybody, that justice can’t be done, ever rue? 

How will the real truth ever find its way, and get its due?!