You revel in inequity, inequity is your womb! How dare you even speak? Your hand has been too busy casting stones when All the while, it should have covered your shameful face Oh yes, we saw you Yes! We saw you You bless with wounds that never heal You heal through wounds beyond any blessing Crime-turned-ambrosia oozes Through all the pores of your skin The paths you tread are the sons and daughters Of the wound that festers forever The wound whose pus nurtures everything The wound whose pus nourishes all Your civilisation is merely a fleeting attempt At taming the beast As you cannot fend off that ageless urge How sly you are to channel it instead! Your civilisations stand as monuments to perpetual discord A boundless will to power over the infinite Culture, civilisation, culture The forever-festering wound Would have it no other way