You have the answers before the questions arise
A lot of vague contemplations, the untrue memories and indignation
Skillfully disguised in misdirection, a way paved with untruthful words
Waiting for them to falter; strike the vulnerable at a tragic moment
Unheard will be the silent shrieks of the soul in an upturned world
The spiteful questions smeared with poison to impale the fallen
Trample their dreams, arisen the sullied times like a thunderbolt
~Amitav
