Father?

Rustic Luwang
Take me into your heavenly abode
Here I am still a believer of you,
And all the news headlines are gloomy
But I still stretch my faith on you, Father ?

I believe you, as the cards are shuffled
I believe in getting an ace or four ace but no Joker,
Would you mind, if I ask someone
Maybe a passer-by to reshuffle again to be fair.

Whom shall I salute to?
The White-Pyjamas or the Raped-Uniform?
My lips are synched, but I saw a gentleman, hope,
Supporting a whistle-blower, mentioning 33 with percentage.

Our life depends on you and you only
My rage burns the valley of Imphal,
And similar hatred flowing the river
From the hills of Chiru to Loktak lake.