There is scramble in the rats’ den,
For meat stolen from the lions’ hole,
The rats’ become brave,
While the lions’ lose the more.
Looking forward before me,
I perceive from behind me,
The fight for supposed liberty,
Yielding, to the desperate pull, of ambitious slavery.
Truthful lies and idle activity,
Complete perfection of hypocrisy,
The true meaning of dying for,
A cause not worth living for.
Laughter amidst tears of sorrow,
They managed to borrow,
To avoid a face full of furrows,
Like that of foxes burrows.
A fight poisoned by grim greed,
Makes matters worse and convoluted,
Making a complete circus,
Of the poor man’s rhoncus.
In the middle of the temptous sea,
No one hopes for the end to see,
For except the course is changed,
Disaster is definitely the end.
Brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers,
All the youths including the elders,
Must drop the weapons of cowardice,
And seek the truth and truce,
Needed to enter our dream paradise.
…And so the story began
With lessons to learn
And so much to gain
Telling the youth
Nothing but truth
From the inside out
Showing the elders
Wisdom in words
And sometimes-in pictures
In stages and series
Life lived is a story of experience
Starting from a point in sequence
A cry in the doctors’ presence
You can learn and live in paradise
On the other hand, refuse and die in hell…
And so the story ends.