In the hard times of giving,
Lost is the colour of hearts
In blood-sucking wars,
Oblivious is the man
Of what good he can,
Buried is the good so deep
Scars of bad are all we keep,
Such darkness lurks in the eye
Light can do it away nigh,
Remember we the value of greed
And forget the hungry to feed,
To make scales drop in our favour
We kill earth thinking to save her,
Demolished is the city of Atlanta
'For we are still under the trance of Santa!
( Santa : here, The white devil )
~ Rahul
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