Take heart, noble hearts!

You, poor soul! Victim of theft and deceit!

Yet never take a damn measure to destroy the culprit!

When the best is lost and the worst endured

Still ready to pardon, just for a 'sorry'

Mostly no apology ever comes to soothe 

Left in the trauma of inaction, tormented by rage

What is not stolen? What is left untouched?

Reducing noble folks into fainting wicks!

The pain of construction and joy of creation

Do they ever know the worth of what they’ve snatched?

The rose that bloomed after days' wait is plucked

The smile that came on your lips is frozen  

Happiness, the moment you churn it out of your life

They wait to play havoc to see you are hurt

If a ray of sun passes your window pane

They plan their way to darken your spirit

The fire of joy you conceive within

Is dampened before it takes its wings

You are born as a free soul on Earth

And you know not the art of manipulation

You can’t even think of diseased souls

Walking in human form but to kill

You open your doors and windows wide

And even your kith and kin can swindle

Hurt, shocked, surprised, bewildered

You react, you respond, then, you let it go

You think it’s over and now, out of danger

But never there is a safe place here or anywhere

This is Earth, where everything exists

The creator, the killer, the angel, the demon

Don’t you ever ask ‘How’ or ‘Why’

There is no answer except harsh reality

Let your soul fly to a height in its might

Where you won’t feel the pain as you’d feel now

And from there as you look down below

You’ll find the Truth that comforts you much

Thank God that you are a soul

Who’s not a slave to the passions of the world

And Thank God that though you’re human

You’re not the moron who steals and slays

And as long as you live, as long as Earth spins

You will create and your soul, delight!