At this glorious night,
We burrow through our bogus might,
Each claim on lame terms to hold the answer,
To a question never asked, why cancer?
Like cheap clowns, we are all masked
With our pregnant conscience,we are all tasked
Some of us are just a misplaced point
Some of us are on dubious joint
Our heart veined with vain
Some of us are stuck between the thighs of Mary Jane
Chained to her oily stench
Some dig into her witty strench
Some prepared for a war that never comes,
A war is already within,
A war brewing storms
A war on norms,
A war on morales
The 21st century opened the portal;
To a world where sentiments reigns
A world in chains,
Religions and their legions in discord
Stretching the roots of our ancestral cord
Paying dues we can’t afford
The poor crawling, none has a Ford
who cares if we are bonding?
Starve in unity, the preacher preach
The rich reserved with the reach.
What is our reward?
What is our award?
A world, where justice never exists?
A world , where wickedness enlists?
A world , where the poor feast on the rich’s fist?
A world where love does not exist ?
A world without God?
What an odd!