Analysis of Onto my lonely hour

Onto my lonely hour,
i sat unengagely at bay,
dismissing all flimsy memories
that has made decades to keep me company.
All,i saw derisory
but,one,which seems obstinate;

it carried my lonely thought,
to the fore-front
of my thoughts,
where my pretence was invaded, and these sneering sight shown t'me;

there,
i saw those who breaks the seals of our manifesto,
only to rebind them during the electioneering year.
with there ice piece of oratory,
and their chronological promises,
they tries to bind us together,
only to disbond us during their rainy days;

there,
i saw those who tortures us,
so as to gain their freedom,
those who crucifies us,
so as to gain their resurrection.
pumping the air of imbroglio into our nostrils
while the whirling wind in their home stead is tranquility;

there,
i saw those who licks our wounds,
and promise to bite
them if we dare scream.
for our cries open the gate of criticism
and closes the window of unprofitable imperialism;
only the weakling i see surviving,
and not for my pretence,i saw myself dying;

there,
i saw my colleagues-the praise singers singing,
they sing to the tones of the lords
and chief,
their faces fill'd with smiles and their heart stinking of hatred.
I saw them as the only survivors
and a compatible race to rise;

there
i saw my thought being flogged
and my face betraying me.
then i knew i was on my lonely hour;

just like a chick carried by a hawk,
it led me to golgothar,
where my flesh vanished
and my bones singing hymes all day long;

prosterity shall read me daily
b'cos my thoughts are written on my bones!