I CRAVE YOUR INDULGENCE

I crave your indulgence,

Please do not dodge behind the fence

or build a grudging defense.

Come let us conference

and solve all these sin-tense.

Don't come with much sentence

lest we look tense

and blind under the lens.

I crave your indulgence,

Come let us talk sense,

Don't talk about science

lest we complicate this, hence

Come with your long sense

I mean your in-dust-sense,

That which they call common sense

Without which we all look dense.

I crave your indulgence,

You who use your prominence

to fuel this insolence,

You indulge in decadence

to erupt heinous incidence

and call them coincidence.

You look through the lens

set your sights remains dense.

I crave your indulgence,

you that crave for eminence

with rotten evidence.

You blame the precedence,

those whose useless incipience

tells they are frail and clueless.

They are lost in their fondness

and oppress with their eminence

thus their doom was imminence.

I crave your indulgence,

You who boast of experience

but lack sailing salience.

You promised to end this insurgence;

those who bomb the country's innocence

and make for awful awareness.

They go about with burning license

and boast of their holy incense.

I crave your indulgence,

you who lead this insurgence

and burn our future lenses

through which we could make sense.

Now you make sentence

for those to death you sentence,

you speak with no conscience

 Perhaps to a rough audience;

those who endorse your nonsense.

Your sins are so tense

and you deserve the worst sentence.

I crave your indulgence,

you who think you have sense,

come with your in-dust-sense.

yes, that your dull sense

which you call common sense.

Don't make such common fence

It is not a reliable defense

don't be deafen in defiance.

I crave your indulgence,

Oh you mafia

Let us think like Martian,

I do not mean Matthias.

Let us have such desire

Like those who awaits The Messiah.

Let us not be strayed like Uriah

 and leave room for evil desires.