She was out on the streets
Screaming about horrors
That went on inside a mansion
No one believed her
Women are always
Hysteric they thought
Before her there was another
A super model
Who tried to tell the truth
She was packed off
To the psychiatric ward
A filmmaker tried too
He died before
The world saw his edited film
Which felt like his perverse imagination
All this while
For decades men and women
Of power and influence
Kept mum even when they knew
They all partied, built a horrific reality
That the world thought was
Just a perverse imagination
They maimed, harmed and killed
In the name of fun and longevity
It took a whole generation
Of abused and trafficked kids to grow up
To call it all out, fight endless legal battles
Die mysteriously in the process
To bring it all to the light
With all evidence for everyone to see
Yet the world is numb
The perverse spy network
That controlled the world
Still thrives in money and power
Telling people to move on
Screaming only stocks and race
Money and influence matters
A handful few perverts
Reminding us that torture chambers
Continue to exist, cruelty never dies
In war between good and evil
Evil always has the ugliest loud laugh
While goodness stands shackled
Maimed, trafficked and brutally abused
No one believes the goodness anymore
What good does it serve to be good?
What kind of a rot is this?
Where screams of vulnerable
Women and children
Often go unheard
While men continue to flaunt
Their naked positions and power
Through utter cruel perversity
Shame on this selective
Deaf, dumb and blind world
Was it all like this forever?
Was free world, an illusion
That was sold to us?
Just like puppets we dance
While the screams go unheard
We scroll past all the horrors
To pause at delicate flowers
Or wellness reels
How many steps did you walk today?
Mad Decadence 