Not much a blasphemy of sordid patriarchy;
The agape gate of hell open to their souls,
Lechery the present order to disgrace humanity
Then the double -standards have become a stress.
Curse the benediction of disguise to intoxicate;
bless starvation the less the mute slayer,
Honour the sin of our forefathers to meddle
Then cry no more of injustices our daily guitar.
Christianity lamented the fall prior millennia;
The intricate doctrines very elaborated,
Medieval tenure all life based on the sea
Yet now our existence is marred.
Not much a blasphemy to cherish
Rather a curse to the human anguish.
