God is dead, man is alive Life is dead, death is alive Love is dead, loaf is alive Peace is dead, war is alive System is dead, chaos is alive Fragrance is vanished, flower is visible Humanity is dead, religion is alive Learning is dead, teaching is alive.
Rain refuses to impregnate The callous clouds. Life is merely an animal passion Where virtue and worship Are idolized And spoken or sung hoarse, Otherwise unsung and unheard.
How can the fair be fair In the mania of chaotic din Of respect for rights, freedoms and dignities?
