The day dawned as such a day should dawn of norm
Out of east raised the face of the glorified bright orb
Bringing little to preach about even with an artist's horn
Till came the news of the murdered sons to ears of horde
Quarter pass three, district Maafannu was massing slow
Some to pay respect for the brothers that be gone
As others ventured to witness the acts of the evil law
That hath pressed onto the dead, most inhuman horrors
Teenagers, still years ahead on the candle of theirs for flame to burn
Though in captive prison to spent had they been forced
Breath was theirs and a far freedom was a light at end of their tunnel
For which at least, these addicts of trouble was surly looking forth
And though I still dream of these lads with harrowing detail
Of the bruises paid by wardens with heartless inhuman ways
I still shiver at the folds of burns with their shades of pain
To wakeup tasting the last of the breath they must have spent
Just to feel my thoughts flash betwixt the dead & the day
Whence my countrymen decided to smear the smiles away
Off the faces of the green attired gun happy siblings of the scamp
Who had suppressed our thoughts given much foul thoughts & pain
The mob that rose called not peace but inflicted blows with rage
Laid bare the police outposts, set fire to much of their glorified travel
For united were the hurt and the dickens people of this democratic cage
Hence even the minions of the law were beaten blue and beaten well
Till the president, shaking called for the angered to return home again
For promised was a fair look into what went wrong in prison that day...