Harsh Hand

Our shoulders are hanging,
They are vigorously laden;
With various cruel law,
The rulers had imposed.

We are treated with iron clench hands,
Diminished to simple machines;
The rulers neglected,
That we have hearts;
Where we stow away,
The torments we feel inside.

They put us under the sleekness
Of their palms,
However, their fingers;
Carry on like monster paws
That choke,
Furthermore get our gestures of
Arrangement;
On the regulations they love to execute.

The repressed resentment,
Furthermore, works of torment;
Are without a doubt spilling over,
It transformed into a fireball;
Prepared to hit and roll.