No love in cholera
Oh! no, it is contaminated
Not safe to drink, No one to devour it
It is contaminated
We moved around
with hunger and Cracked lips
Every being is afraid of the contaminated
substance it is hazardous to our state of being
No love in cholera
The powerful are not concerned
They oppress the weak
Weak feed on the remnants
That crumble from the powerfuls' table
The remnants meant for dogs
No love in cholera
River water is no longer safe
The powerful exploit from there
They care not about the weak
They wick the weak
And cheat them
For their right
No love in cholera
sweet petals are far fetch
But, the weak struggle to gather
They sold it to the powerful
In ridiculous prices
They powerful are not concerned
All they want is power
The weak desire love
But, no love in cholera.
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