Tis a time of woeful crowds,
Fiends unleashed, Wills untamed,
Force of usurpation does Freedom perforce.
Another Eden has descended, hellish it may seems
Men and Women sunk in debauchery, lust treated as the measure of joy,
Insatiable greed has chased off noble kings.
Mind awakes as the man utters “A God is past”,
Grand charitable deed done to travelers of love.
Sins deposed as unlawful despot,
Crowned a shiny monarch of for-ever present, rid us of tomorrow;
Light but a walking shadow,
to wit blinded, to touch forbidden,
Inconceivable as love, taunted as tales of jokes, only for the young.
Levying the pressure of men, ascending them to beasts,
Gracious gift of lost bestowed to the most deserving subjects.
O, Freedom, Dearest cousin, abused as art thou,
Our Humanity robbed as you robbed us God.
