Hakka Patas the ultimate in wickedness

The ultimate in wickedness
The iniquity of sin
Innocence its lost forever
Amoral from within
Degeneracy apparent
A baseness thats so low
Absolute dishonesty
And flagrant as we know

Evil doing delinquents
An outrage so to say
A beastly impropriety
Black hearted every day
Irredeemably vicious
Depraved beyond repair
Morally just hopeless
Abandoned and unaware

Sri Lanka has created
Criminals who try
Unpardonable and inexcusable
Caught shamefaced
Thats no lie
Recanting would be hopeless
They are sinners through and through
To catch the unsuspecting
For in fact thats what they do

The wild ones the hungry
How tempting it must be
Up against such grossness
Such unvirtuous villainy
The punishment for innocence
A reprisal of such pain
To forfeit health and hunger
Rebuked by the insane

This ball of true sublimity
Vegetables and fruit
And explosives its kind
Of an iron boot
Thats placed there and will
Kick you sore blow up in your throat
In Fact its fire and brimstone
And there is no antidote

And never forgiveness
no exculpation here
Of pitiless persuasion
Compassion it is clear
Not a gram of anything
Unmoved dry eyed
Like stone
These rotters need a kicking
Right down to the bone

Punks who never ever think
Butchers in relief
Humanity should be happy
To see them come to grief
Specialists in callousness
Unmoved by the blubbering
And the weeping that they see