You may have fortune, you may have power
But that doesn’t matter
Because you have no fire,
The fire of hope and light of freedom
May be mere soles to you but are souls to others.
You might not wonder why the world has become a blunder,
Let me tell you why because you love to buy,
This salubrious world and then turn it into a chimney of burning house;
And run from the scene like a little mouse.
The power you got was a big mistake brother
Cause you don’t bother what happens to the other.
Thou are a meek fool in the throng of the wild,
Proclaiming yourself to be puissant and the stronger,
But the truth is you are just a mere backstabber.
Oh nature! Thou hath a heart of gold and robust patience
For you can stand the very sight of your destruction
But be broke to see others run hither thither in fear;
For you can tolerate the indiscipline your child shows you
But still cry for him when he throws himself in you arms.
Now you hath broken your silence, Mother
And everyone’s running again, hither thither
Just like how smoke runs away from fire.
Doomsday is near brother,