without a slightest of other reason than,
because it runs with the pace of hunger,
the morning brings peace with a toiling plate of grains,
These sums up to the opportunity for a demagogue,
equally hungry and starving for decades.
with a shaky hand, shouts aloud, debates at the evening table,
Forms opinion with a weak point, and at night,
plans the next day's survival,
he must be provoked by my imaginative mirage,
which holds the power of breaking bangles and erasing many pigments of hope.
to satisfy the hunger of my seniors,
let me kill 2 Ants to save 1 Elephant,
one, which can give me a platform to provoke the ants.