Agony in a day

At first, we thought it was an illusion, a bullet flying up in the sky Sparing no animation and charade in an unsullied situations But no, it wasn't! It was a day painted in red Killing acute being with no remorse Sparkling like a thunder which splint the rock Quenching the brain of structurer with enormous conquering of people! Screams here! Agony there but it kept on, Erasing each other like pen with a bullet of deliverance. Save us mother of life! we cry Like a prayer rosary beads we flips in the palms of death And a meadow spontaneous exploitation Which politics suck our resources like mead with no me a culpa in them Arcadia ardour full of puzzle which is vanishing my endurance with burden stratification that which breaks our faith into piece. What a sweet journey now turned sour. The night are now a scary night and the days are not ordinary days My eye shed tears of sorrow and my heart are flamed with a spark of fire My color has gone pale and my body is emaciated The rich are put on air and the poor are performing a senseless argy bargy with an arid stake holders A breath of fresh air in with our representative and people are bent to have bat in their belfry.