Mindless Men

Mindless Men

Mindless Men

Oh men with darkness’s of mind
Parading around with sticks of fire and arm
Are you really created with a heart of stone
That washes away a poured water out?
Are your cheeks dried of running tears?
Are your veins devoid of running blood?
Can you knock a nail inside your own
Skull of a head with a sledgehammer
Just to feel How mindless are you?
Humans are given to be honoured
Not to be laid on the abattoir table
Where the soul is plucked like a pea
And murdered like a soulless chicken

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