We dwell in a rented world

Nothing to take away

When realm of life ends

Living in an Orb of chaos

Where contraceptives and

Ultrasonic waves decide 

The birth of the generation


God–men topple genuine Gods

Oracles manage our hope

Blind and deaf in aloof jiffy,

Camouflage chameleons in

Selfish situation, we endorse

Subtle chauvinism, zealous egos,

Shun our prowess of insight


Cradle to Necropolis, we subsist

Credited Monarchs of Bamboozle

Quest for opulence evict ethics

Ensue standoffish, swindle souls,

And our ultimate aim is nothing,

What we gross, what we miss,

The bonds of the life quash one day.