The cry for a birth

Too many times we have fallen From the divine supreme position, To the sickling valley of penury, Cos we followed misleading crowds that led the road to regret. Too many times we have fallen From the height of wealth we cherished To the buttom of famine, Not minding the conditions of posterities; The quibble on them we caused, The rascals we adorned. Too many times we have fallen From the throne of royalty, To dust and Shame. Now, we dwell in the bosom of regret , Crying for a rebirth.