Amidst this abysmal cosmos
There you are existing adroitly
Though insolently abusive
You became famous with your power

Your existence is a curse
Diminishing everybody's worth
Deadly famine is what you gather
And sickness is your gift

Your a great dilemma for masses,
   Killing and stealing,
Crimes existed because of you
Death was even your satisfaction

So poverty your motive is what?
Why are you so savage?
Where is your mercy?
Why is that only few can surpass?