
A crude watermark,
staining our lives forever—
a nation, suppressed.

A crude watermark,
staining our lives forever—
a nation, suppressed.

Our lifestyle choices,
reflecting reality—
conditions apply.

The wheel of fortune,
revolving around the mind,
as the wheel of life.

Though well intended,
rebellion without humour—
a great depression.

Humankind, like trees,
though going different ways,
bonded by the ground.