Atonement

In a land where ignorance is courage, The politics of faith is raging to hush the sage, For if the moth will fly to dig the truth, The dragons and tigers will ply in cahoot. I was once a moth with desire for a mind, In a land where almost whole is blind, But the dragons and tigers just wouldn't empty their seat, For streams of treasures can be reaped like a wheat. So in fear that my shine can untangle the folds, They threw flames at my feet; they spent tons of golds; They sent all their senses to cast the bane of defame, So even the young minds won't remember my name. Is this really the land that i dreamt about, Where the sound of a common voice is ticket to die? Where only the dragons are aloud to shout, And the kittens for long be defamed with a lie? Damn are the dragons who play fire with their hand, For the lambs will suffer the scourge in this land, May the eye of atonement strike the heart of their soul, So justice will reign in a land that's for all.