When the weak become the meatOf the strong When mere onlookers become the judges When those in position to wipe the tears Are the ones making sure you cry Because of deliberately created sorrow When those in position to calm and salvage Choas are the ones sponsoring the chaos When your confusion was enforced subject To their harsh and deliberate connivance When you run naked, unawareOf where to run for solaceYou must smile, amidst your tears Not forgetting you becameA laughing stock But remembering your Creator Who awaits to judge and accord To each his due that he deserves From his deeds