DLM

Creative slaves tamed

Looking for approval & fame

Soul sold

Ice cold

Spineless

Greed in veins

Trained

To bend over

Machines like lawn mowers

Pretenders

Calling themselves social media influencers

No depth

Inapt

More dead

Than alive

PR run click bait views

Career suicide

Knives to these sons of bitches

Lifetime snitches

Stand for right

Burn through

Speak truth

The candle in the night

these lying preachers

Be their grim reaper

Cutting through deeper

Till they hear the victims’ cries

A girl raped and burnt

To save those motherfuckers

And a bigger one

that bald lying saffron sucker

Call out and shame

Everyone that bows down to this regime

For fear of being called sane?

Stand for something

Take a knee where it matters

Scream on top of your lungs

Dalit Lives Matter

If not now then never

If not you then no one

Revolution to be untelevised

But they’ll hear our sound in unison

Each bullet dipped in truth & cyanide

Piercing through

& blasting like dynamite