So beautiful is
the heaven on earth, our apple garden,
But the pigs of
the neighborhood eye to rule over it.
They want to
make a hell as they made theirs,
Want to sing an
unmelodious song in chorus here.
For that, they trespass
the fences from time to time,
And pluck
unripe apples, smash buds and litter in the ponds.
Sordidness is
their nature; to create havoc is their essence,
As they are the
worshipers of violence, brainless dogmatic pigs.
The impurity in
their blood, restlessness in their soul and brainwash,
Provoke them to
make a hell of this heaven on earth, our apple garden.
The law
protectors need to take on the law breakers high handedly,
War was this
time necessary for the restoration of peace.
Rod is the
logic of fools, then how could they sit on a table
The beasts
understand their own language, the language of violence.
Hence, the new guardian of the
apple garden hunted the pigs in their hideouts,
The guards sneaked
in into their camps to teach them the pain of bloodbath.
Now silence all
over, violence nowhere, peace got the last laugh,
They learn the
lesson that the new protector knows their language.
He is neither a
sympathizer of the hell nor weak in his will power,
As his
predecessors ever since we are neighbors.
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