I beseech your gracious attention, Lord
Peruse this humble e-mail to you, God
Our countenance has immensely changed
We’re not in the frame as you first arranged
You ordered us to be segregated from evil
But daily do we compromise with the devil
You gave us this planet, big earth to dwell
Now we are in search of a better one as well
You gave us the sole authority to reign over
But we try to grab your throne and take over
You’ve driven us from the garden, Eden
For simply sharing a sweet fruit forbidden
Your curse on the first lady doesn’t remain
We’ve other means to avoid the labour pain
We don’t earn with sweat our daily bread
Sweat we to get scandals about you spread
No longer do we adhere to your commands
Still we want you to heed to our demands
We are no more in need of any messengers
Urgently please send to us some scavengers
To clean our minds which are quite un sound
Such is the pollution and poison all around
Bring to your celestial notice this grievance
By this terrestrial being with high reverence