Scattered are the pieces of my broken heart
pondering on this devil of a world
where lust reigns instead of love
philanthropy is all but an art of pretence
love is just a remote phenomenon to imagine
all goodies are just an illusion
the haves give hands on slavery payback demands
where whipping. lashing and killing is a routine
still all offered is a dime\'s worth
a port in a storm
paradises are watered with the sweat and tears of helpless orphans
yet they bump justice off, their word is law
more and more genocidal weapons are manufactured
rather than the industrial machines are produced
the toes of industrial workers have since been ground by machines
more doctors perished in efforts to save lives of the pandemic victims
all for lack of safety clothes
yet the production of adulterous safety kits is at its peak
the dictates of nature have long been defeated
abominations are the order of the day
all in the name of constitutions and rights
human minds are all wickedly shrewd
toxic as the inland taipan\'s poison
conscience has since been dead and buried
new years come and go
alienation, antagonism, hatred and hostility still in action
for how long shall we endure the veto of our being, \"LOVE\"
how much does the spiritual and mental emancipation cost?
not any more should we keep prisoners of the devil
only LOVE shall apropos ransom us out of this demon of a world.