None call for justice
Nor any pleadth for truth
Your feet run into evil
In haste to shed innocent blood
On your crooked path
You know not the way of peace
You behold obscurity for brightness
Wallowing in gross of gross darkness
You refuse to rise to the path of light
Salvation is far from you!
Hold your peace while I cling mine
Truth has fallen off
Where are the saints?
Where are the righteous?
Where are the kinsmen?
I searched to and fro
I found none
No more stability
I sense lost of identity
Its identity crisis actually
Everyone is lost in the lust
Can we retract ourselves from the lust?
Truth be told, we need to
Let’s reinstate that sanity
A sense of modality
Here is the truth…
Fear God!
Aphorism CITY 