Creeping the life between my shadows, unknowingly the torturing of the sentiment from the ruler, what kind of a sick maniac would mock his own people?
It’s a matter of speech, a diplomatic crusade that the evil has let us through, but for once, a cruelty, oppression, slavery, such sorrows pops up between life and death.
Only because of a dumb president, I cried by the shade to run away, leaving the soil upon our blood was shed to, replacing our soul with another culture to become something else other than a living dead under a dead Oak. As we Maples were just poor trees of nothingness except full of heart.
A lying crow form a pack with a lone wolf, showing unmorally disgusting act of in front of the people, the children of all children, given the days full of torments, as hell as this world can be, none such same should be done to unofficially innocence of a man, who we cannot assume the crime whether or not he committed, and so the legends of tyranny is true as undyingly we create a new one.
All we want is a place where we could live upon our bloody soils without any tears of hatred, sorrows, darkness, where our heart lies to the demon that enraged us.
We the roots of the trees just sitting here idle for the comments of our tyrant in his transformation speech to use us as a tool to create his promised green with billings lands, whether we should is out of the question. Because I won’t live another day to serve this ruler, as of what we could do is only wait for the time when an alliance form a coup d’état to throw this Oak tree government away.
Such agony……..
