A turbid, fury-wound shroud suppresses whispers of wisdom The sucking depth of the offence, boils up blood for a fight The honour demands satisfaction, devouring the seeds of repentance Severe and burst with hatred; not to recover...
Stray on a straw of consciousness In a world where frantic ravings rule, Avid crowds by wealth commanded Frenzied strength with cruelty use
In a world of pride and dominion, history runs dirty and wild Baneful is the power of delusion in irritated vengeful minds Chasing the imminence, a savage raises his club Ages of violence... severe he remains through time
Emotions-unleashed and perverted, Whipped by the serpents of wrath- Collide in ravaging conflicts For a right to denote who's wrong The better sides of morals Are by prejudices enlightened and locked For centuries bound to be wallowed In a ‘measure-for-measure' swamp
Lords, by vanity crowned, In decorous plans disguise the greed The souls, by hatred ground, Supply our kind the feed