Saw a wretched man
living in shacks
His beliefs were very
soft just like wax
Bought his beliefs
with bundle of rupees
Took it in sunlight and
molded with ease

Saw a gullible man
standing on street
Cheated his beliefs
with language sweet
His beliefs resembled
some old wood
Sawed and chiseled
it the best I could

Saw a strong man
holding his beliefs tight
Forcefully took his
beliefs with a fight
His beliefs were
like some metal hard
To bring it in shape I
hammered and charred