The politically illiterate literates are chaining the mother nation to cuffs of political indecency.

Blinded by the class welfare of the King on the jungle turning into wasteland and a forest of dead
carcass. Politics has grown into a game of chess to the owners of the country. They smile after the
last checkmate. It is about winning big giving in whatever it takes to finish standing on the board
being crowned the champion.
We dream of having dreams that are crushed even before they sprout from our beds. The decisive
majority are under the few minority who lavishly walk with heads held high on the incoherent
decisions made in their favor. We fantasize a greener future that we are unanimously drowning to
the dark sea of deception.
We have exemplary expectations which we sluggishly want to put efforts to. Our judgments are
clouded by the feast we are handed overnight quenching our fasting hunger.