Oppression Department - Battalion

Hidden politics in their affair

Damage is done to the labour without any care

Upsetting plans are creeping through the aisle

Destructive solutions are brought in a pile

They are leading it for their own use

Your proposal is fixed to refuse

Into the desert of means you’ve been sent

But the doors are getting closed

At oppression department

All my resorts lead into a stalemate

Is my propriety becoming my fate?

Punishment waits behind every mistake

No gasp for relief, these walls start to shake

I keep waiting in vain for concession

Instead I suffer under your obsession

Tell me is this the price I’ve to pay?

For wetting my palms at oppression department

You are my captor, you are my adviser

I am a stepping stone that is making you wiser

Grief and deception are haunting the prey

I am a beaten bone, I am a game you play

No more patience for taking your lies

I suggest and the guidance defies

I am bonded to rot in this cell

As long as this falseness as usage can dwell

Manipulate and display of your power

Stumbling blocks they keep kicking the hour

It is high time for quitting the field

And leaving behind oppression department