Beasts are free
Perverts on the loose,
They won’t spare, even a goose
Little ones, getting raped
Hungry bastards, getting bailed
Screams haunt the others
No one to trust, not even brothers
Who will put an end?
They ignore, they pretend
While the perverts stop and stare
Little ones, not sure
If the touch is good or bad
The wolves out there, totally mad
Lords at the top, sigh
But they also turn a blind eye
Who can fight the devil?
Who can demolish the evil?
Centuries have gone,
Let bygones be bygones
Generations have gulped the bitter truth
About time this new hope is given birth
Afterall even rivers change their path
And this is a matter of our wrath!