To all that be I bid disgust and hate
To the essentials of all priority, I greet thee with disdain
The world is filled with disguised filth
It parades around the countryside
With its regalia of shame
Its triumphant entry is cheered and booed on the pages of history
The future sees who you are…the past creates an ambience of innocence
We await rapture to redeem us
Yes! The conscience of man; we trade on our croaked luck
Then we begath misery at it prime and youth
The path to sorrow is a journey that defies preparation
As we trade our future for a bowl of rice
As we devour each grain
We are inches closer to infinite pain.
PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA)
