The emancipating crusaders got shot. The politicians promised paradise, soonest they forgot. The rains descended; the drowning earth still sweats silently in the hot. The stomach cries but the feeding

I am your dirty, stinky eternal outcast You boast of piety yet you are the contrast You call me a mad man for that's all you can I pray you see your face by the time I'm done In your careless, selfish

I've this against you For you have become a flu You resort to crime All in the name of a dime How long must I mourn Why must my heart bleed with scorn You stay in darkness To chase quests of emptiness