A hapless delicate flower was trampled,
A humane male support was hammered,
The bleeding disrobed couple were thrown onto the road,
The vultures in the garb of men were a shame to the mankind.
If what happened was atavistic,
And the rulers were expected to be altruistic,
Alas, the legitimate, spontaneous, peaceful protest(er)s were teargassed,
And the ruling junta shed the customary crocodile tears.
If the sound-bites of the leaders are only sounds without substance,
Is it wrong of the people to take to roads demanding action?
Is it not apt for the responsive and disturbed to propose a cure,
If it can prevent the malady of devils, to recur and repeat?
The characterless wolves deserve to be castrated,
Their foreheads be tattooed with their trademark profanity,
Day in and day out, they need to be spit upon,
They should be made to live long, begging for death all along.