A Moral Disarmamant.

It was a toughest  and a depleting moment.

It was a strongest and  a deadly  hit.

It was a more or less a  moral disarmament.

It was  an attack  highly unfit.


The players  were wrongly poised.

One side was  loaded with strength.

The other was weak but juxtaposed.

The uneven status reposed a tug of length.


The majority went about with much fanfare.

They were drunk with enormous power.

The lonely set about with subdued affair.

They remained calm in an isolated tower.


The advocates of law confirm that mighty would win.

The  task of the powerless  would dissipate as dust.

It would be so in most  issues but not in fronts genuine.

The manipulating schemed would certainly go bust.


Initial setbacks should not be a deciding factor.

The painful struggle would reap a fortune.

That which stand for truth might be a detractor.

Surely  sincerity would harmonise the tune.


So say the epics and the ballads in a  lively tone.

Mythology embedded in them elicits morals with illustrations.

The incidents and the routine affirm the same with a groan.

It goes without saying that truth  triumphs with distinction.