Merchants of death,
crueler than the Merchant of Venice,
for he asked a pound of flesh,
they demand the whole of humanity.
What ransom have we paid ,
to these butchers,
who whilst being on the throne of power
crush the mankind for selfish reasons...
Did they ever pay a pound
from their own flesh and gore,
lived they on else's blood and air,
Parasites ,nothing more can they be ever.
Merchants of death...
Stop,this bloodshed and chaotic ruin...
you too will get wiped one day
when the soul shall awaken in the body of humanity...
Hark ! and listen to the inner self,
a moment of peace shall let you think,
you just need a pound of sky and a fistful of dust,
else everything shall be buried with your entity.