You come to it naked,
not knowing what you will be
Pure and sacred, like a honey from a bee
You may pass through fire before you
become a precious stone
Some pass through the same and get
burnt to the bone
Few have blue blood and find themselves
on a throne
Roads, smooth and rough
Love, simple and tough
Existence defined by hatred and blood
forgetting the words of God
Man sleeping with man
is this how we were born?
are we questioning God?
Love smiling to some
holding others to ransome
Wickedness and evil deeds everywhere with no coma
completely forgetting the law of karma
Having money, fame and power
will eventually become a myth
because you leave this life with only your teeth.