Knocking on the doors,
Of a Humanity,
Vanishing away slowly,
I beg and plead,
Stop the blood shed,
Here and there,
All over, the world,
As troublesome youngsters,
Dress In men's clothes,
Spoilt, greedy with power,
As everyone plays a role,
A damselle in distress who weeps,
For her saviour,
A big, strong warrior,
Who pretends to be immune,
To bullets and swords,
As everyone takes the law,
Into their own hand,
To rule everyone,
At their own demand!