Inundated with filth of selfishness
in this amoral world, while I crave
for a life-giving bath of virtues and morals;
a thought creeps in my mind - am I worthy ?

Even a tear drop that swelled in my eyes, refused
to atone my sinner face, ebbed inside.

It's not prescience, but I smell the pungent smell
of imminent moral decay; makes me nauseate,
but is it only me? I pray not.
If my vocation is a testament against implored emancipation,
whom shall I seek to abrogate?