1947 THE FALL OF BRITISH EMPIRE

1947 The fall of British Empire

In history the sun stretched its ray’s too far off places.
In history we seek shelter from their drilling machines
Although many writing wonders fate honor them
But many generations too vanished and silenced from 
Their corrupted flame lit up from Kashmir to Palestine

In Churchill statesmanship his petticoat stitched
With blood and lust the model of destruction
On the other side of the mirror, the Roosevelt’s 
Watch dog will suck the entire freedom of world.
His lying machine created wars on poor people
There are no weapons to destroy the peace
The weapons are always under the power

No land is as sweet as books mention 
There is no democracy in the real world
All we do is oppress the needy without need