Lord! Break the chains of slavery (Poetry) - (Part -3)

While the man himself is of soil,
with a blow of breath in seduction
as a heavenly grace in my turmoil,
my mind  will seek Thy benediction
 
Though I offer songs unto the sky,
I didn’t clamp the Creator’s glory;
As the eyelid that protects the eye,
O’ Lord, you carry me from ovary!
 
When you created man as upright,
the one who fails by himself will fall,
when hearts lament on woe to smite,
Won’t you come to refurbish here all?
 
The libertines seeking for the luxury,
and the gluttony that rambles for lust,
are oblivion with waned minds utterly
don’t realize of going to mix in dust.
 
Arrogance of having a sturdy shoulder,
with the aide of flattery in all directions,
the leader likes knowing even blunder,
And this is the nation full of defections.
 
The ethnic group wearing white thread,
the spoiled ones who sow abhorrence,
are shooting noxious arrows to spread.
Mundane, the nation is with intolerance.
 
They cultivate classes many colorfully;
They provoke violence here deviously;
They put fire to shatter others willfully,
so as their own caste conquers easily.
 
Race and Religion are in their minds;
Rage and violence in their writings too;
Keeping their eyes with stealth blinds,
they are the dodgers doing cruelty. Boo
 
Spreading heinous deeds in all ways,
suppressing all voiceless in injustice,
they pretext and pretend all to craze,
that everyone is betrayed to rustics.
 
Sedating all minds of the public,
by injecting the dopes of religions,
they dare for evil feats and trick
when all here approve the divisions 
 
The time and scenes are transitory;
They scorn where is God to find us?
Power N’ politics are our placatory
As thinking as they do all ruckuses
 
All found wherever is discrimination;
No one is here to question these all;
Justice muddles before domination;
Guardians of laws allow them to fall.
 
When shams, myths N’ fiction reign,
when shame, flattery get reverence,
and as the bodies and minds go drain
Justice will slowly lose its endurance.
 
In our life, we’ve never seen liberty;
We become the slaves of exploiters;
We’re lone destitute in the hostility,
in the affinity of cruel conspirators
 
Do you still have patience?
Lord! don’t you know this?
Did you sew the thread on us?,
so as we’re tattered to bits.
 
Diminish Thy boundless patience;
Lord! Rush to punish all humbugs.
Bring Thy armaments to ambiance
Repress all the dominant scumbags.
 
Lord! Come soon to the World
for giving us freedom N’ right.
Sooner afore we’ll go whirled,  
redeem us with Thy kind sight