Akhand Singh

As the hope vanishes into the clouds

The bloody fight drops to the ground

Noises of swords crashing and colliding

Travels to west from north and south

In the arena stands the gods

Fighting and slaughtering each other

This is indeed the apocalypse

And the battle already lost

Like a river blood flows

Waives rides to the shores

Society collapses to dirt

As the god dies and lies bury under earth.

Happiness and harmony runs to catch the vanished hope

We stand still, like thousands of crawling cockroach

There is no turning back

No hope and no emotions in our bag

But somewhere we fight, fight for our own right

That’s why we were sent here

As the flesh and bone and a heart of our own

So come let’s find that vanished hope

Embrace the happiness and harmony once more.