Be careful, the silent matadors are approaching again
Succeeding a suffocating life of long captivity.
They are ruinous and free of moral chain,
Hence, invincible to invade our sensibility.
Responsible they are, for wars and blood-shedding,
Capable of mincing integrity in a moment,
Compelling us to bow down to their heartless lading
And their freedom can make us morally indigent.
Either we are foolish or over-optimist in thinking,
Lunatic to discover a reciprocal state of freedom
And block head as intellectual feelings are shrinking
To realise the consequences of over- optimism.
All the noses, the suspicious critics may sneer,
The babbling tongues may become more sensible,
In shame the faces may catch with fire
But the shameless eyes glitter and remain accessible.
A rudimentary society of the previous earth
May uncover the freedom of Homo sapiens,
They were set free because of the dearth
Of sunlight, reformative knowledge and emotions.
Slowly light started flourishing with civilizations
To measure everything by their importance
And captivity was started by the rules and regulations
To resist the matadors and their bitter sequence.
Alas, again they are made absolutely chainless,
We, the hilarious, break all the fences of dignity
And the overconfident bring only the darkness
Of hurry-scurry decision to enjoy care-free liberty.