Everyday waking
To power up the light
Giving cause to exist
In an inhuman world
A world of faceless, muted voices
Where opinion and words are unguarded
The meek can roar withour reprisal
Barring that of web's banishment
Ensnared as if prey for a spider
In a web of prevarications
The hunter, the vices of men
Burdened with anger and bigotry
A consumate vector of possibilities
Brought down to man's frailties
The grand idea of earthly union
Faultered by unmitigated trivialities
Where are the great works of men
That seperate them from the beasts
The benevolence of emotion
Ensuring the dignity of men
Harken to these words and know
That destruction and betrayal
Are the catastrophes weighing
The soul of the initiator
Reality is portionate to sanity
Regulating the sedintary
Rejuvinating the frazzled mind
Rehabilitation of the body and soul