but he was elevating himself on the heap of lights
unlearning the human commitment.
Hunger was his weapon
to level the uprising of underprivileged.
This monarch of darkness picks up the best,
insists on low profiles.
We were searching fossils under the rocks
to decipher the shadows of history.
Between the glory of hardened footprints,
we found the labels.
Contents unknown but enough to browse.
They were weightless and soaring high.
But I was not able to survive in jungle of praises.
You know, the world has a short memory.