The fountain Arena

  This poetry is a metaphorical poetry that satirises the political malpractices and sociological mis normalities in some countries. The obvious true about how harsh these policians can be and how brutal they can get to see the civilians yield to their bids. Steal freely through this poem and enrich your optimistic touch. Then they came Loads on heads Bent between; We went ahead of drum Beats of unpleasant sauce  Filling our dying thirst and  Rage with unquenched fury. With tears and care They clean our ponds:  On dry sands and spice, Weeding off our passion With metro of fervent pled  For more and more pampering.