Why shall i bow to your wealthy ?
And why shall i despise the poor and filthy ?
Why shouldnt i beleive in beauty of miracles ?
Why shall i keep living in these shackles ?
These are the questions from the world i ask,
O old wise man ! Tell me,
How long shall i wear this mask,

A foolish man lost in the maze,
Greed and hatred in your heart, ablaze,
The man devoid of all feelings and emotions,
Living life, like a machine going through motions,
Here money, the only necessity,
And men's soul sold as a cheap commodity,

Twisted principles, wicked rules,
The burden of which people carry like tired mules,
Here innocence is trampled under the capitalist feet,
In battle with cynicism, hope has suffered defeat,
To save my soul,
I shall sail away to distant promised land,
Where tree of humanity still stand......