We are not feared and we have to go ahead
Beyond the field of dream;
We have to cross ourselves very much fast
We should overtake all mountains and rain
And all the bloodshed wars and all genocides
We shall cross and must reach at our home –
Bloody destination.

We, the son of bastard civilization
We should not touch the soil the grass
Or the waves that touch the shore
Or the tear for submerged love
We need nothing but wealth and gain
As we have lost our heart.

We are the men coded by a programmer
Now merrily going to be a robot ….
We only deal with death and sore.

Though we wear very fine clothes in our body
But we are looked as a nude,
We are shamelessly nude…..