Weary hearts from yesterday, anxious souls know not tomorrow,
my euphoric glazes that inattentive dazes, know now of my sorrow.
Those masters of manipulation, mystified! thy pending frustrations,
yes! the goodwill of men now is exclusive to the group that he’s in.
Compulsive imprudent mentality, who justify this indecent reality
gloom showing on the faces of the needy, now etched with envy
Ill-tempered indifferent cast a frightening alarm, a future harmed
distraught from my distress! my hope humanity is not laid to rest