Music is an art, the imbeciles say,
Leaving their traditions behind,
Indulging in it throughout the day,
They themselves don't remind,
But speak of those who sing,
Forgetting their own role in life,
Put upon their head a huge ring,
They pierce themselves with a knife,

In the deepest depth of their heart,
Little do they know the cons of the sin,
Yet act as deaf and blind so smart,
Having an outstanding win,
But on the day of questioning,
Will your momentary happiness-
Be your guidance...