If a body is tied with chains,
Surely, one day it may be free.
The dictators know this,
So they devised books,
And bound the innocent
Within their minds, with words.
For words are tools that can bind
Every nerve of the mind from within,
And later, the body.
Surely, such a body may never be free.

When all parts of a system,
Tainted by corruption’s blight,
Begin to devour themselves,
And shatter the organs of
The system, the wounded rise,
And forge a new system’s birth

Corruption is now so powerful
Corruption is now so powerful,
That honesty may do it salute,
Corruption is now so powerful,
That it can prove itself innocent,
The honesty is maid in the house,
of the corruption, those who were,
Once called protectors of truth,
Now victim of pandemic of,
Corruption, the hope is being,
Eaten by the despair, life of common,
Man is to serve Very important person,
Corruption's black dense shadow,
Casting upon the tender buds of
The wishes of lay man, He is only,
Born to pay installments and to keep,
Checks upon the dreams to be sprout,
To go and meet bureaucrats is tougher,  
Than to meet gods, Gradually, the earth,
Is turning into marsh land of corruptions,  
The hood of the corruption is hissing,
The poison in air,  water and adulterating,
Food, A layer of corruption laying upon,
The beauty of universe.

She shows her beauty
old lady sees her and laugh
mirage fades in time