"And in the corner the devil grins When the world disgraces the virtue for sin And when the fire turns dust to Ashes and smoke The hardworking is downtrodden by the astute folk Where loyalties are merely fantasies to see Betrayal, monopoly wins the plea A world so appalling it ignites my grief How it honours the nefarious and their mischief Repulsive as it sounds, it's bitter indeed How the destitute's misery is fed by their vanity and grief A world of despondence, regrets, neglect Ye man, what a fool you are to expect!"