Our land is under the grasp of a unicorn ,
Our life is a plunder at the hand of the giant
Our future is vanishing like a passing wind.
He is a mythical creatures
With the head of a old buck that is blindfolded,
Body of a worn out horse that trek meters ,
With a single spiral horn that knocks out opponent .
He is old, but have the strength of a young lad,
He is a poor man in every quatrain,
And the Messiah of the mass .
He is a incorruptible judge
That collect gift money,
And shift judgement to his desires
He is a unicorn ,
Evil that dine in righteousness.
