Dragging the other down to climb that ladder
Conscience fading; clinging on to heavy death metal
Listening to fables about broken bodies on broken tables
How are we even supposed to act stable?
We are all believing the lies coming via cable
Lines are blurred between the messenger and the machine
We are busy watching screens so we deafen out the screams
Of the women, children, and those broken down men
That go about their day trying to pretend
That there will be better days and these tough times will end
Turning to gods which are also a facade
A trick to make the rich richer;
Fake policemen, politicians & preachers
Hate is now spewing out even from teachers
We are breeding on loathe, alcohol and cocaine
No wonder we are all going insane
Social media contains jokes while media is a joke,
All the while justice keeps getting choked.
Truth? Dare to say it.
Helter-skelter; be there for one another
Who the fuck am I even if I am not there for my brother?
If I cannot protect my sister and take care of my mother?
Did I stutter? The answer is us.
Fight the power and fuck them up.
Ask questions; hold that spectacle wearing bearded man accountable
For he is nothing but a PR-operated scoundrel
That will bring down upon us a hell that will have no fury
Only him: The one person, one executor and one jury.
Signed
Yours truly
A citizen of India
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 