Initially it was like a dress tailored for all to wear and impress

Slowly the wool had to face the reality of wear and tear

Our existence is now a caricature of kindness and goodness

More of the whistles are blown to ears that just won’t hear

You wont have to guess the output where everyone is careless

The pact that should guard us is now a means for the transgression of our rights

Wouldn’t the eagle rather soar by flapping wings than be strained to use a click of laser lights?

Bang! Bang!! And the snail swiftly visits its shell; neither hell nor smell can force it to move a motion to stop rooster fights.

Whip! Whip!! And the backside of a schoolboy goes up in flames because his grades do not decorate the sky like his kites 

Is it at the moment feasible for broad daylight to sit at tea with midnight darkness?

People can afford to laugh out loud and dance to the rhythmic cry of distress

O! We even smile and shine when the next man is doing fine in his emptiness

You think of a major suicidal voyage without a competent stereotypical witness

You forget that the waves speak in roaring tenor when it is time to make a natural mess