Oh! I had so much, hope, belief and faith
that the Supreme would protect me from evil’s hate
Oh! How I waited at such a hope’s gate!
But, now I fear, it is too late!
Treachery and chicanery haunt my every step
Prakash Saint Paul capitalising on everything, yet
And his secret consort, the Labor Party, cashes
on it too!
So whatever be it red, yellow or blue! Or Mine, thank you!
Of course, they want to prove me insane, for this
So I just can’t forever fight, this relentless amiss
All I know is that the bodygrabbing Left
will make hay, while Prakash Saint Paul, at hijacking and blood sucking, is adept
And, do I think this, my faith, is broken?
Is the water rising above what I have seldom spoken?
In the Supreme, I had utmost faith and belief..
Can the bird, over the crab and fish, find the leaf?
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