Venters bloated with the pleasures of life,
Treasures purchased with the edge of the knife,
Treacherous acts carried out by dutiful minions,
Chasms of the earth stuffed with cool millions.
Oh! How we fortify evil with so much reverence,
Perhaps, this would be our only preference,
Until the coming of a deliberate mental revolution,
Manned by the peace of unwavering resolution.
Ushering the dawn of beautiful days,
Is the magnificent view of morning rays,
Ignited by the burning hope of generations,
Trampling the perils of incarcerations.