I see him armored to face the reality
A son of a crofter from right the caves of the society
Energetic to face a reality amidst a fake society.
A fake society dressed to watch the clown
All thrilled, to laugh over him frown.
They tell him, ‘son you’re doing good’
‘Son you’re now the man that humanity has longed for’, ‘rock on dude’
Then they shove him to the lions and hide behind, all essential is food.
A fake society armored to protect the brave
And trembled, ready to run home, with him in a casket to the grave.
That is how they are
That is how they are meant to be
Yes we live in a hell, called society
Where everyone is a judge
Where everything is seen as comic
A society too slow to understand
The pain that one has to go through
And the situations they have to withstand
‘Yet everyone holds at least, a Bachelor’s degree in law’.

Comments