Distillation

From yesterday,

I witnessed a horrifying tale

Spurred with discrepancies

fancied till it’s stale,

Barged in with such atrocity.

Can’t imagine this

attitude of a scalawag,

Utter futile of an aid,

Keep ripping of the swag

going on with such raid.

Rid of such wart,

this parasitical blot;

Neuter it with acid,

Bleach it in every slot

till it’s a total rancid.

For abetting the future;

The price of pain,

The repression full volume

till vanish this dirty stain,

Only then you’ll acquire asylum.