Hawks may fly even supine,
Over heap of gold coin!
Criminals are not punished;
Idolised, they are worshipped!
Greatness is quality innate,
Which people try to cultivate!
There should be a river that flows
For anyone to swim across!
Lifeless granite idols
Are gods that save our souls!
All we see and hear
Are all lies, my dear!
Heaven and hell are created by man's talent;
And he can make it anywhere, any moment!
Insulting is the habit of the insolent;
Ignoring insult is the trait of modest!
"Work is worship" rule of the past;
But, now it is "Work for profit"!
Dressed up, spraying fragrant perfumes and made up faces,
Men know not, they are factories of stinking feces.