The Deities Of The Filthy World!

I encountered many deities wandering
Through the corner of a backstreet
As starved, enervated and desperated:
With sunken eyes and worm-eaten wounds,
Sobbing and throbbing in pain
In them I found the face of children
Those banished deities from the fortress
Of ever blemished hearts of human
Seemed to me like the withered petals of an autumn flower
They were vulnerable and easily broken
With their incurable wounds
Their bloody tears were insatiable
For the thirst of their dried lips
Nor a bloomy ray of hopes or dreams,
Had on their gloomy faces
Save these orphan dieties of this world
Than wandering for worshipping a caged God
Let’s give a piece of bread to these deities
As praises to satiate their hunger
Let’s save them from this filthy world