Sad Nature Poem: Daylight Commandos

If you have ever come in contact with the fine boys, you would understand that in between those moments, you are between Heaven and earth.

It was in a flash and it happened; now here is the thought of that encounter.

Smooth ride within a second

Corrupted by pot-holes

Those are the testimonies of their zero-minds

For her to be good, billions are allocated

But to the pockets of the Fixers it has disappeared.

Here we are stuck in between the commandos

Who has capitalized on the zero-mindedness of our Fixers

Now the innocent citizenry would bear their default.

They have strike, they have strike

In broad daylight they have strike

Men of the dark night

Now found courage in daylight.

We are in trouble

For the minutes they lasted

Will we live to tell our story?

Or would we be escorted beyond

By the butt of their weapon

In silence, our hearts prayed.