Why did'st thou cross thy line
Of protection, which was also thy armour
Ere which wert thou free from each pine
That killed thy conscious and snatched all pleasure
Of life, and left thee in the lurch
Where no one is with thee to help
Or make thee move to the church;
To confess thy offence
In the Lord's presence
Why did'st thou treat us ill
By shedding us tears of blood
And hurting our will
By thy frequent errors
Which art against the social law
For which thou wilt be prosecuted
If not on the earth, then ere the Divine law;
For He is all-seeing
Where'er thou wilt hide or be fleeing
Why did'st thou turn thy face
From thy own liabilities
Ignoring to partake in the race
Of life and its adventures
This show'st thy cowardice
Which really be in thee
And which hast lowered thy price
That a socially-honoured man hath
And which keepeth a man away from the wrong path;
Oh, thou should'st repent thy crime
Ere it be too late; and one who doth
Not do this in his or her prime
Wilt be he damned in hell like a ghost
Wert thou not a sinner
Of moral and social evils
Then thou would'st be a commoner
Like one who doth his duty well
Hence keepeth oneself away from the hell.
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