The Lady Of Revenge

When hatred dances naked,

And bigotry beats its drums;

Shrouded in the garbs of patriotism,

Then the Lady of revenge cries alone;

In the midnight silence,

She wanted to drink fresh blood;

But blood is always dead,

She wanted to curse the enemy;

But the dead cannot be cursed anymore,

She wanted to relish the flesh of the enemy,

But the rotten flesh of the dead enemy,

It is more ghastly than the enemy itself.

When hatred dances naked,

And bigotry beats its drums;

Shrouded in the garbs of patriotism,

Then the Lady of revenge cries alone;

In the midnight silence,

She wanted to drink fresh blood;

But blood is always dead,

She wanted to curse the enemy;

But the dead cannot be cursed anymore,

She wanted to relish the flesh of the enemy,

But the rotten flesh of the dead enemy,

It is more ghastly than the enemy itself.