PROMISE WRITES OUTLET

A nation in Alkebulan— Dwells in river of living blood, Flowing from fountain of pallid phratries’ vein, Their flesh is grind on the street of no mercy. A nation in Alkebulan, Tearful and sorrowful news sounds  Like a good tidings,  Received by heavy and sombre heart. A nation in Alkebulan, I see men working under oppression Their hallow souls are dwelling in depression Yet they replied ‘ I’m good’ to impressed. A nation in Alkebulan, The rich never lack meat on their tables And the poor never mind to go on — Working under the instructions of hunger, They work from ground to mouth. No savings because their future is gloomy. A nation in Alkebulan, Devil incarnated as holy fleshs, Cooking the bodies of pallid phratries With their blood and sweat. He then served those who abide by his law. A nation in Alkebulan, Democracy is defined as The government of the demons, Elected by the inflicted people  For the betterment of the demons. A nation in Alkebulan, For so lo...

Burning torch was I years back, set upon the hill of dark city, shining like sun and I was scorch, Quenching the gelatinous darkness, But now, why is my light sitting under shadow? Greener pasture was I years back, breeding knowledgeable fruits to those who desires to know about life, I restored peace to disheartened souls,  But now, why is Sahara better than I? Castle of sapience was I years back, Built with illuminate wisdom, Fools run in and become wise, But now, why am I an empty barrel? Warrior was I years back, Fighting with two edged sword, Killing atrocious feelings And bring the captivated peachy feelings. But now, why am I novice to handle sword? Like a burning wood was I years back, Bringing warm to the cold, Bringing the true beauty of a gold, When the darkness roared, I burn in boldness. But now, why am I an otiose ashes? What happened to my living words? that pierced the heart of wicked men like swords, Years back, my words embossed joy from graveyard, Wh...