Hope

When the flesh and blood are fettered,

And the souls are mundanely tethered;

When lust and lechery become the truth,

And compulsions greedily kill the ruth;

When all operations secretly have snakes,

To languish life with poisonous outbreaks;

Love and compassion will sure blossom,

To protect the piety into their bosoms.

When feelings become frigidly infringed,

And thoughts get upset and unhinged;

When the mentalities contain errors,

Causing criminalities and terrors;

When ambitions are insane and sick,

Putting the societal integrity at risk;

Virtue and justice will sure be there,

To raise the sword of eternal saviour.

When we progress to a blatant decay,

And fail to whisk the carnage away;

When the destiny is full of foul dust,

And conscience nipped with disgust;

When unveiled dances of dirty desires,

Throw rags of humanity parching on wires;

The mortality for sure will interfere,

And roll down the curtain to a closure.