Sin Syndrome

Sprouted by vibrant sperms,
Sprang up in violent genes,
Life is a fount full of germs.

Truth is bitter and no better
Lies to keep life easy and rosy
Loves and leads a lazy legend
Hurts and hurls others to thrive
Feels safe and strong in flesh and blood
Enjoys the wealth of health in youth

Strong and selfish sign out morals
Week and meek lack morale
Mind is more money maniac
Sweeps off soul as silly sole
Skin is thick with sundry sins

As worms scooped out warmth of life,
Age squeezed flesh and blood from body
No scouts and screams for succour in sight
Save pale praying lips from kith and kin
Alas! Vexed soul vanished from forbidden body
In futile search of budding spirit to boom again.

Oh God! From tainted tomb to wanted womb.