Look my lips vibrate, hoarsely sputter yet they have no voice.

My eyes see all the mischiefs hitherto I ignore I have no choice.

Don’t dare think I have no words against all miseries.

My mind is clouded with words, to speak out do I need breweries?

My ears ring with words that wind in my brain,

My voice is muffled, for all my wisdom seem to drain.

The sycophants still clap their torn hands for their corrupt masters,

However they can’t unleash their livid voice for they fear disasters.

I have words full of tarts that you can’t swallow,

hypocrite rectors exploit my voice for they think I need to hallow.