People of calamity!   Don't you have some query   in your thousand year old deceieved head?   Haven't you recognized    the disease of our decisions?      Sneaking on the wrong side,   always trusting    who wants to stamp you down!      Attempts of letting the mind flow,   our possibilities are extradited   to a higher power,    what ignores us to the core.      A pathetic way to renew    a mournfully worn-out,    raped, glorious art...      Pursuing the backwardness   it gains its too far.    We're just cowering    in the middle of the mess    crookbacked, with broken arm.      Noone finds me   in the garden of wasted blooming.    Maybe we seem    like an insignificAnthill      What had we done to earn this banishment?   "This nation has already expiated    the past and the future"