In your pit of pride where the coins are forged,
Where love was told to rest in casket,
In the pit of pride where the coins are cheap, Where condemned were those who didn’t mint,
In your fire of destruction where the bricks are destroyed,
Where empathy was alien and sympathy was betrayed,
In the fires of destruction where humanity became sacrilegious,
Where condemned were those who were not luscious.
In the reflection of crown of gold and greed,
Where the poor got crushed and grieved,
In the hollow center at the crown where strategy replaced kindness,
Where condemned were those who didn’t saw the replicated blindness.
In the grave of deceased, rotting with flies,
Where the truth was simpler and no space for lies,
In that hollow heart where once love used to reside,
Where condemned was him who couldn’t tell between foes and allies.