You take away their sleep
And treat them like sheep
You make them feel odd
Like a Fatman sitting on thier bode
Who is to blame!

Hard penetration!
Tears for brutal indication!
Yet who is to blame__

Afixed bitter memories
Killing their elated bliss__
Why deny them happiness
Consuming their privatehood forcefully__
Heaven is angry: and man's future now is bleak

Wasteful pastime it is...
It distracts the attention from Divinity
Spirituality, devotion, service and living;
The scripture is their destiny
Why deny them Bliss
O! Who is to blame__

Why mob them like minions
And not onion(when it enters the balls it salves)
Cautiousness is their watchword
Their lives__ uncushioned: you imprisoned their souls
Like a gilded cage of solitude
Who is to blame!

Commissioned doles!
Give the lasses solid justice
Blame the dole drums
Punish the unpublished
Sentence their balls like vegetables...

Men of virtue:
Where are you?
Scarcely we find thee!
Schemers of selfish interest (are our commissioned doles)

Good God!
Awaken their unconsciousness
Grant them fear of thy heavens
Grant them spiritual wisdom
To look ahead to see the gloom approaching...

© Pensmith