I am but a lone wolf,
Wandering around,
In this dense short spruce.
Abandoning my pack corrupt,
They who sight for destruction,
And think for themselves it seems.
A far-fetched aspiration-
To reach for the stars,
To do good to the mother timeless we swore to protect,
Now lost to ourselves, lost to our foolishness, lost to our selfishness.
A futile grief they sought to,
Enough alligator tears,
Why whine after destroying?
As if you helped her cause?
A priceless precious gem,
Felt by the hands of the early ancestors,
Realization of the unfathomable powers,
The brimming life it can withhold.
Started the saga of torture on the mother,
Enslaved, chain-bound, exploited,
The same mother who accepted this lifeless land with open arms.
She turned it into a paradise,
She turned it into diversity;
But you took everything from her,
Happy by the fact her little miracles thrive,
She did not flinch.
Holy power coursing through her veins,
She did not spark that fire to be barbaric,
But to teach them a lesson when she's gone.
She just wanted everyone to be jolly.
This is the very land you proudly rule upon.
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lone wolf -Poetry by Lokesh
Poetrythe story of a lone wolf teaching his pack a lesson