You have been there,
Since birth of creation,
When nature crawled,
In steps of regeneration.
Your caring touch,
Soothed our pain,
Your self-sacrifice,
Went all in vain.
You cried, you begged,
Your voice went unheard,
You lie in tattered pieces,
Your pains are submerged.
You lie there ,
Stiff and cold,
Your priceless honour,
Can never be sold.
It meant nothing to them,
Just a victorious glory,
Your justice is nothing,
A fake story.
They come to the forum,
With slogans loud,
Your justice put to question,
Their crime in doubt.
You fight for years,
Till poor old justice, rings the bell,
But then, you are in a better world,
Than a piece of eternal hell.