Great are the times,
when survival is a strategy
only a few seem to have mastered in
with flying colours through decades of hard practice.
Clenched fists and pleading hands
in every street corner
repaying with life, youth, blood and sweat
for the 'gentle sins' that history keeps repeating,
forgotten, forgiven by masses
once in every five years
adding up to the generations of 'gentle sinners'
to rule the land abide by jungle law,
while some rage over the paradise lost
laboring out there in sold out fields.
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