Let not tyranny grow.

Let not tyranny grow

The faces of oppressors that seems very fickle,

Comes soon under the reach of time’s sickle.

It chops their roots, and makes them to yield,

Crest fallen they lie down, without any shield,

When sobs of the victims climb up the skies

Their laughter and smiles are lost in cries,

The holy scripts, as read by prudent sages,

Tells us that each will be paid of his wages,

It is a time to teach them a lesson,

Or they will be devil in aggression,

The tyranny brings curse on their souls,

Make them strayed, roaming without goals,

One has to reap, what he had sown,

So nip the devil in bud, let it not be grown.   

Come on, Come on, Let not tyranny grow,

crush it fast, crush it fast, and don’t be slow,

Crush tyranny, before it bring misery,

bring it low, and make it to bow,