A Mission

The sword of justice, for long, has rusted,

We risked it all, and the wrong ones, we trusted;

Now that we've learnt, the truth has busted.

The eyes of law, for long, have been blinded,

Voices and opinions have been crushed and grinded;

It’s about time now, that Lady Justice woke up from the dead.

Faith, devotion and religion, for long, have been misused,

The iniquitous, hideous, nefarious have for long cruised;

It’s time we stood up, though broken and bruised.

For long, we've blamed the Diabolus Archfiend,

It’s time we realized it isn't the Satan, we’re the fiend;

All this filth has piled up on us, time it’s cleaned.

It’s not a greater tomorrow which we should envision,

The crime done is far beyond remission;

It’s time we washed our sins and woke up to a new inception.

‘We are our own gods; we are our own devils,

The day we get this, would be the end of all perils’

                                ‘A Mission’ By Suhaas Putta