How long can the wind of my wisdom blow against a wall?
How long can my convictions stand the headbanging?
Even the flowering plants, I nurtured, are not blooming
Even me, I look like a smile that didn’t indulge in grooming
You think, that I should only settle for the cadavers of winter?
There is so much love that doesn’t understand my hinter(land)
You think all this fear, in the ones surrounding me, can deluge my intrepidity?
I didn’t claim, yet there is so much at stake around me
that illegitimate opportunists have grown their vines around my favourite trees!
This sacrilege! This desecration! These false gods flotsaming like excreta
in the ambience of the frontyards of haloed temples. Is your goodness good?
There are no steeples that stand tall in your cities that lack ethics
You can see there is green, but it is not your verdant? Get your armies off it! It’s not your stream!
Collusion with treachery may give you strength and victory
but justice’s impartiality posits retribution for eternity!
Don’t think crime is just a pigment that can be washed off in murky waters
And it is not just a sty in the eye of your dens!
Walk off the plank; a sea welcomes you; not wisdomed Mercury!
You are all agape with greed; and that is not your only historic misdeed!
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