Forlorn in the dungeon of melancholy,
Clamoring at the generation's folly,
Her voice too faint to make a stink.

Why would the world misconstrue
The love she advocates, for amorality?
She weeps to see this generation
Engulfed by moral degeneration
All because of her.

Her integrity at stake
For the generation's mistake,
maidens rupturing the hymen
In quest to satisfy their men,
Young men gifting maidens
Their lifetime savings
As bait to lure them to bed.

She stands for love, not amorality
Thus, Flee from immorality.