Clock timed to turn the hands do not turn the time
Time turns the Clock’s hands to display our time
Clock hands are the indicators not the time of the chimes
Doped with the notion of superiority while others are despised
Yesterday Rambo became an obsolete idea in the present time
Money and power put civilizations on a stake for a dime
Some claimed to be believers but follow their own choice
A sun with new season’s orders subdues the garden’s weed intertwine
With a blackness of the night, a pen of a ray writes news of primetime
Writes the events of the past as witnessed grim nights crime
In a race who takes the baton to a new horizon of sun shines
A measurable time carries action to proceed with new coins
It passes from one hand to another to reach the finish line of its time
Time to reincarnate a Rambo for Chechnya, Uyghur a Dragon of Shanghai
Those are unfortunate who distant themselves from the unseen prize
They do not trust good wishers rather they are left on loose to brutalize
They are the proxy of the 20th century, live in disguise
They claimed to be believers but follow their own desire
Doped with the notion of superiority while superiors demonize
A thrown boomerang returns to get him on a determined time
Those who choose to run anti-clock do not follow the time
Civilizations have their given time on its turn to be careful to utilize
