Blind Fools

You; who have endorsed evil
And pride yourselves with wicked deeds.
You have planted sorrow
For the innocent to reap.
And shut mercy out of the doors of your hearts.
Many lament, every day because of your atrocious deeds.
You sing daily, a song that is not yours.
Claiming a victory that cannot be reached.
You spill blood every day
And forget you are mortal.
You lavish yourselves with prayers
And see no harm in your sinful adventures.
You are a murderer; a mad murderer.
Bloodthirsty vipers
With filthy hearts filled with can of worms.
Your dirty hand stinks and soils your holy book.
You go to the house of prayer
With a heart full of evil.
Why lead many astray through the cruel path?
You have made war on the innocent and the harmless.
You have washed your hands in blood
And made many places desolate.
Blind Fools. What are your gains?
For in this world, the inevitable hour awaits everyone.