I do not think that Life was gift to World,
To see Love's evolution quick unfurled,
By ****** Satanic hands suffice to maim,
Make of magic life a twisted game,
Could we, the people, be ever misled more,
Could we, defiant, rouse from sleep, uproar,
Humour not the devils at our door,
Blow horn for freedom on wizened, ancient tor,
The sky is jilted, jaded by their plan,
Cloaked in darkness is the sultry sun,
Love's destiny quelled by a myth of man,
Subsume to the beast since time begun,
But we discern our downfall, once the light,
Of God and angels, suffice to ignite,
Stokes all hearts to swoon, take freedoms flight,
Banishing cruel demons of the night,
Together we transform, transcend our pain,
Sing to Heaven Love's mutual refrain,
Take enchanted path unto the morn,
In which the babe of Peace is duly born.