Is there a way to fly away,
From this mad crowd, never at bay
I see them selling their life away
I see them buying hell everyday
Painted faces and fools all in disarray
The serpent has his perverts in every way
Dancing to his fiddle night and day
Seeing this madness all around me
I want to run far away
From this mad crowd, never at bay
To a place where love and solace is the way
And serenity has bound time to stay.

(By Khan, BA (c) 22-11-2017)