Amidst the breeze of wistful thinking,
Under the scorching heat of opinion,
Lay bare the corpse of human emotion.
Emancipated are the wings of free notion
who swelter and pelter until they cease motion.
The array of judgement sails through the fleet of pure conscience
To salvage the reckless deeds done by sheer reliance.
Yet still the quench of humanity remains unsatiated.
Because the tide of selfishness has perforated.
The army of minds that have been decapitated.
May her saviour be in the offing,
Or else we may just watch her decay and rotting.