Whilst others remain ignorant to the secret burials of their real needs
And lost to all rich heirs; is wealth in the journey of just introspection-
As those sustained by conformity, eventually find empty, all exaltations.
In the haste of a panicked retreat, is the defeat of the soul blamed-
As the nightmare of truth, with lies has always been callously tamed.
Onwards, is the march to guiltless horizons upon the wings of deceit-
As the favours of glory and justice, always are made via cold conceit.
And carrying, harrowing remorse for responsibilities of gain not shared-
Do the guilty leave the battlefields of life with their remorse undeclared.
The awoken renegades of dissent still live upon survivalist insistence-As within covert wars of rebellion, is a passionately simmering defiance.