A world of palaces, thrones and crowns
Where Man becomes the foe of Man
Where greed of wealth rules the day
What if you win this world, what then?
Every being lies wounded, every soul athirst
Eyes glazed with worry, hearts heavy and depressed
What world is this, bewildered, distraught?
What if you win this world, so accursed?
A world where Man is but a throwaway toy
Teeming with corpses and skeletons
Where life is a struggle and death is cheap
So you win this world-what then?
Where youth roams around in aimless distraction
And bodies adorn themselves to be bought and sold
Where love is but a sordid transaction
So what if this world is in your hold?
A world where humaneness has no place
Where loyalty and friendship means little or naught
Where love is shorn of all nobility and grace
Winning this world , you don’t win a lot.
So burn it to ashes, blow it all up
Push it aside , far away from my sight
Let me withdraw, it is all yours to keep
For a world like this, I will not fight.