On the path of truth, we find deceit,
In the road to freedom, lies defeat.
The wise may speak, their words so clear,
Yet silence follows, drowned in fear.

The fighters move with strength and grace,
But still they stand, frozen in place.
Together they dance, in ruin's embrace,
Lost in the foolishness they chase.

They close their eyes, and block their ears,
Corruption festers, feeding on fears.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lupar, in the year 965 AF.