Mortality seems winning the Race.
‘Cause Natality seems slower in Pace.
What will safe me from shame?!
The poor Women are being cheated upon.
Their Human-Right are being played upon.
Who will fight in their cause?!
The young and old are so prone to disease.
The rich and poor had lost friends to this.
Who will come with a cure?!
The whole nation, is filled-up with Filths.
And no one knows whether ‘twill crease.
Who will be the savior?!
The young shall grow, is all they tell.
Cos, an egg will walk, is all we know.
When will this come to pass?!