The Paper Souls

   
   
i am not given to simulate  
leave no margin to speculate  
honestly, a one-line straight  
i abhor fruitless debates  
   
i have learned to be right  
assume my responsible acts  
punishment is a just fact  
retaliation, if i was right  
   
but, karma will have the say  
as i do not have grudge or hate  
been educated in natural hands  
principles of the human trends  
   
so fake is the perfect creation  
by him who has mundane inspiration,  
stained with so much ingredients  
to finally cook a depraved crook  
   
i fight open chest, without shield  
come into arena, the sword i wield  
the word of justice is my only guide  
death is the coward's lethal fate  
   
i never blocked a poet in my life  
let them spill; let them be rife  
i challenge the sick ones to heal  
i never had a mischievous will  
   
those who think otherwise must relearn  
learn new lessons, theirs are out-worn  
   
update their spiritual interaction  
with nature, then stand in my face