Conscience has long drowned in the
Labyrinth of disdain. Pervasive cruelty —
Oh, soul! So dehumanising, yet crowned;
So crestfallen, yet fortified with might. And
Ought I "contribute a verse" — my prosaic
Heart quelled all efforts. Yet, as I began to
Write some verses, a sigh marked the end.
The night then descended on my soul;
Bested by contempt, it became forlorn;
And disconsolate, I wore the masque and
Tottered among the crowds of black shades
Where I saw a sea of apathetic faces; of
Burnt souls; rotten blood; petrified eyes —
I then knocked on the door of humanity
But found tableau with crooked hands —
(Their bifid tongues tell truth no more and
Avarice has...