The monstrosity of glamour
Whose riches makes one stammer,
Beholds the dreams of dreams
That none would even dare to redeem,
It's glory shines bright
Brighter than the sun's light,
When men, women and even little ones
Move their lips in pure elegance
And dress and posture; the aura they exude
Can never be elucidated in these words so crude;
As much as you and me want to,
To narrate and revere this one pearl of a rever,
(note : rever is dream in french)
Many more blessed, with much more erudite
With much yearn and flamboyance, are trying and have tried,
So with regret deeper than the kindness of the mother
I invite you to grace the world, a bit further;
A sight, so sore and appalling
that in words too, deserves no appall but disgusting
(note : use of direct blunt language to describe downtrodden (disgusting) in sharp contrast to describing affluent )
women seem wild and men stoop lower
the little dressed with sore and filth all over,
and I'm sure you are fuming with rage
as to why am I paining your eyes with distaste
Yet I beg you, before you ascend and ignore
the barks and shrieks of these vermins of mordor;
Next time you say all men are equal, they always were
Next time you claim misfortunes are all rightly shared,
Next time you shout there is no problem,
Enunciate clearly
Whom you see devils, men and beyond heavenly
