Calm and quiet,
Right and abide,
Yet a rebellious mood,
Why not challenge all this-so crude?
A few went ahead,
The rest went unsaid,
A few had the voice,
The rest thought suffering was poise.
And so a disturbance broke,
The world in war missed the joke.
An arm and leg,
Who was the one who woke the dead?
Misery,misery chanted a few,
"Your beard or you a traitor",
They tried to guide and mislead,
This they saw as solace for their deed.
And when someone dare break,
He was culled and claimed "for the sake
Of life and the man in the sky,
Anyway we are bound to die."
Albeit that the voice refused to lie,
And they tried to crony maroon him,
But still so strong was his life
And boisterous his mind,
That the sky could't contain
And it did send winds and a rain,
As messengers of the sane,
Lest the winner be the mundane.
And so for ever the battle raged,
Until one day,until the day,
When the world woke,
And dared to be spoken to.
It heard the verses of the worlds
And the erstwhile forbidden,
And then saw it was in wines
All the while hidden.
And the prophet with the beard,
Came about and cried,
The world is fine
Go out and enjoy the light.
And so for a while the enjoyed,
Yet the gullible was not culled,
It waited in patience,
For a vehement vengeance.
