The doom regime


Doom regime thrives in our midst
Challenging the offer, the heartfelt offer
We offer saving humanity
Justice we aim at is backed with recklessness
Letting us perceive vanity

All day long we walk long distances
Working diligently and freehanded
Anticipating warm welcome
We are ambushed by doom regime
While we don’t yell for coins

We’re pushed on thorns gathering data
Are you a Journalist or a Journal list?
Shall I help you and leave refugees?
Oh tis unkind
Ironically we veer for loaded artillery of threats

The hate we get markedly brought by our poor status
Rich and rich are friends but cities were towns
Empty vessels we’re called
Even if the doom officers were so idle
They begin business on spotting us

Empty vessels you say and shake
We’re poor and able to teach loyalty
You the mice play in absence of cats
We’re stout enough
To challenge and resist injustice

Bark at us blatantly
We can’t be shaken
Misdeeds will bait you coz we’ve freedom of expression
Refugees you claim to serve, we’re
Imagine us waiting while you’re pleased with notes

We don’t see your compassion
Your gate is doom
Where oppressions loom
Impersonating inside, your golden padlock locked
Your red eyed keepers, beasts to swallow refugees

Your essential gate is not worthier than
Poor refugee Journalists chased like dogs
Needn’t rivalry, we fight for liberty
Your gate is doom, we upend fair treatment
Lest you’re paralyzed in your golden chairs



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