THE TARES

Covered with the sad verbage of the slimy press,

Who wished that it would die,

The masterwork languishes alone in duress,

Without query or cry,

Just as there are lovely flowers in the garden,

So too, do weeds grow there;

A land full of the promises of liberty,

Such land filled with red sharks,

They denigrate the bastions and the principles free,

For chance to steal and bark,

Just as there are lovely flowers in the garden,

So too, do weeds grow there;

In nation of promise and desires to be free,

In came a fox to steal,

Disrupting with its freedom all those tenets be,

Pushed advance of red deal,

Just as there are lovely flowers in the garden,

So too, do weeds grow there.