Mother Nature, do wake up!
Your subjects, against you, are rebelling
I say it is high time you spoke up
Damn the west, answer my calling

I see things, most strange and sad
My eyes have become weary,
Men and beasts have switched sides
Oh! My poor, frail heart is heavy

Cast judgment, Mother Nature!
Truly, nobody is not blameworthy 
Not the ‘brilliant’ Professors in academia
Not the ‘custodians’ of God’s Holy dwelling

Some make bold to say ‘nude is better’
‘In fact, we need clothes no longer’
‘If you want to show your aplomb’
‘Damn shame, march as you were born’

I say, if nudity were a true emblem,
Of concrete confidence and acute acumen
It only follows, that rats and monkeys
Are more refined than haughty humanity

I see things, most strange and gloomy
Things I wish I never did see
Those thought as most chaste in the city
Wear sparse clothes tighter than the skin

How low we have come to stoop
How high we have reached in guilt
Ah! Man has left his alluring half
And doth make love to his equal kind

Such evil, such taboo, such abomination!
Enough to wipe out the Pacific Ocean
So great, mountains crumble in shame
Birds heard and lost their voice amazed

Even swine and brutes are not as silly
To stray from Mother Nature’s decree
Then proclaim to the world that is healthy
A right to be mad, to be free from sanity

Day by day, worse and worse
How I fear for the unborn successors
If this day can like this be
I wonder what the morrow will bring




The awareness of guilt
The state of reticence
The manacle of restraint
That has accompanied me for years
Has vanished as a bubble does in thin-air
Only its fragments remain
In places of extreme solitude

Civilisation has separated us
Technology has sundered us
Imperialism has disunited us
I have lost my conscience
I have lost my rue
I thought I had freedom
But the reverse is the case

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Take to the streets in rags
Indiscernible from a lunatic
Except that I appear less filthy

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Steal from my fellow country-men
Relegating many into poverty
Without a hint of penitence

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Defiant to mother nature
Longing for repulsive coupling
With another who is gender-equal

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Commit crimes against humanity
Slaying my man-kind en masse
Only to satisfy my egomania

Your absence is killing me
But I know not
Your lack is bestialising me
But I fear not
Reality is only a lid away
It is more than a big shame
That not anymore can I find shame