In getting into a conclusive unit
We may need a saturated balloon
From what we have got is far from accepting
Those who insisted beyond lying pits.
Dear men under siege, from back and forth
who face scratching soil and the scorching sun
Yet have to account for what they have earned.
Who will call who into justice burst forth.
Heaven must have been right reward for them.
But libido instilled in them a love
Of touch, riches, mantle, mansion and fame
Waved their fat claimed hope, achievements... But tough.
No amount of clarion call to guidance
Will stay their world, if they won't be guided.