We are busy, clutching our fake keys,
To open the kingdom of prosperity,
Let the bubbled life shine under sunshine,
Just for a while that takes one’s life cycle,
Let the breeze be formed out of the storm,
To blow on our face to have the unkempt crown,
We are human, born from a tightened cave,
Not from the dust, but to bloom; ripe and rot.
We have liked to communicate soft and fierce,
Wearing the leaves and now the power suits,
We want our voices to reach the ears of unknown truth,
With Hypocritical attires, symbols and the patriotic oaths,
Border less territories are bordered with me and mine scheme,
Silent stress starts to build up, in the folds of the brains,
Everything is converted into the self inflicting bombs,
Visit pass is time framed; man, who do you want to hurt?
Are you so clever to snatch the food of the weak?
Are you so weak to tell your children to go on fast?
Are you so hungry to make the manna out of the flesh?
Are you so thirsty to drink the wine fermented from the blood?
We are busy, clutching our fake keys,
To open the kingdom of prosperity,
Let the bubbled life shine under sunshine,
Just for a while that takes one’s own life..
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