New sounds of grateful pupils,
They learn what they want as long as their attempts are futile.

Want nothing,
Receive less.

The veiled shouting,
Gets undressed,

***, drugs,
Violence, jugs,

It's all the same when the siren tugs.

Our age of the noise,
The followers of a voice,

Doing not what is right,
But the new dawn of our snake's bite!