Windows are shut
And doors are close
Only darkness is at the most
Be it, to such a sloth!
But what is there more to this?
Even fools seek happiness
Does a prison no more privileged?
Then what more is the purpose to live?
What Makes It funny?
Isn't it that you have already taken it away?
What is there left to the deprived?
There is only a rubbish left by the Pride?
What then is the purpose of these lives?
If only those who are strong has the rights
Are you not ashamed you step on the weak?
Pretending that there is no one in the creak?
Why can't you give what is due?
Rather giving your own residue
Set prisoners free, set the weak free
Because you are not really strong if you let them not secure!