You think its only a space,
into which you unleash carbon dioxide
But series of conventions are ongoing And participants are wondering why you wont let them be
Youve never ceased to oppose them Since your brother gave your sister a fluid
Yes, everybody was happy
Even the enemies who lurked nearby But it was after you heard the news, that you graduated from ignorance Not long after you exchanged pleasantries, the morgue was receiving another statue
The perpetrators had been lying in wait in the perimeter of your hands Now you envelop them with rubber and latex, and much powder Hoping to see your grandchildren
But they show you from the petri dish, how unrelenting they are
You catch them dancing in your microscope
But those hands cant arrest them So you do so with your mind
But that’s all you could
For all your strength, you couldn’t lock them up
You say that’s what they deserve
They must face the music!
They must be brought to book!
They must face the wrath of the law! You kept ranting
Then the lord of the universe
Sees the agony in your folly
He comes while you slumber
And whispers to your stubborn ears Prevention, is still better than cure.