Fluid. Liquid. Water.

At her old age

Her cup is full
From a baby, to a toddler
She went to school,
Learnt only a destructive religion
That hits her head and others on the ground
Now we are bowed in fear
Perpetually with our ass in air
Letting out air of corruption,
Kidnappings, with Ak power
And the only way to look up
Is through coloured glasses of blood
Of His finished work
To redeem our spirit
Plus a glass of wine
To address our soul.

Bose