There is nothing so-called Amnesty

My salvator after you, I've no other locus to dwell in,

For you alone I breathe on this planet earth.

Who without you can nurse me? when I've got stress in,

In our prisons there is nothing called the amnesty

Is it not a matter of shame for all of humanity?

I once drew nearer to the tempter to achieve the sublime, 

Then I paid a heavy levy to become free.

You've assigned me a deed and I went a bit ahead

To preach to the people, but they're unready, pursuing

Their own musings that are quite dreamy dreamy,

In addition, under the name of "swift progression,"

The regime we live in is abusing the little people.

Its aims and designs are extremely greedy

Doing all forms of evil to the grieving people.

---© Affaq