Your birth was a curse poor child, your first crime
Chasing unto death, that elusive ray of hope
Destined as a stigma to be, on the sands of time.
You breed nibbling on scraps, surviving on pity
Life - a confinement of invisible walls, eroded by apathy
Are you but a herd, shepherded by the peacekeepers in white?
In numbers alone your ilk is deemed; unnamed graves - individuality.
You have gods to represent, repent, promises to feed
Skyscrapers to erect, yet only slums to inhabit;
Like worms in a jungle amongst beasts of prey
For namesake you live, while you die million moments a day.
A flickering candle in a bag of bones
You are churned like a speck of grass in the tempest;
Dwelling like a captive in some virtual jail
Where happiness, hope are defunct words from fading fairy tales.
An indestructible link of a great democratic tradition -
Unprejudiced, you are tortured by one and all, evenly
For this ain’t a land of violence, you have to savour your wounds
For you can utter no evil against the more equal fraternity.
Your own ‘karma’ it is, in a vicious circle it’d persist
As the great lord of this ancient land once did insist
Sans all but sins of infinite lives accumulated
You are eternally forsaken and would forever be unforgiven.
So, you gave your youth, your soul, your enterprise
To earn a loaf of bread, some affection and peace for a while!
You believed in justice simpleton, you strove for redemption
So you thought the night’d be over, the tide would turn?
When your li’l ones begged for food, you offered them hope
And sprinkling some dreams, you pointed to the stars, and told –
“From there, angels would descend, like him they should wait
For suffering ennobles the soul, that’s what the holy book says”.
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Life’s an undefined game plebeian, play it with your own rules
Opportunities are conceived, rag-pickers are fools;
They'll trample you with boots if you are weak or meek
You’ll be adorned, feared – if you clench your fist.
It’s a battle royale plebeian, when will you realize?
Winning is about firing first, propaganda's name is Sacrifice
And justice is but an illusion, buried somewhere in time’s museum
Angels dwell in fairy tales, paradise and utopia in legends.
How long will you refuse to open your eyes?
How long will you huddle in the corner, so afraid of light?
Betrayal, abuse, subjugation – aren’t you fed up?
If you have had enough, then get up!
Yet, count not me for support, for it isn’t I who beckon you
Implore not others for help, each have their own voyage
Peep inwards to discovered everything you ever crave for
For it isn’t weapons, but courage and conviction that wins the war.
For sand when scorched turns into mighty brick
Water, when frozen has sunk big ships
So, set ablaze the extinguished volcano, Show peacekeepers some fireworks
Let all be known, that you have woken up!
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