We need permission to speak, to write;
We can’t use logic to decide what’s right.
We need to be eternally phoney to live,
But the world is a democracy we all believe.
The world is the biggest ever playground,
Where the rich play with the economical,
The influential have power as their pal,
The mire of destiny gets the broken drowned.
The oppressed believes in the miracle of God,
Day and night, he worships, sings His hymn.
His blessings will protect him against all odd,
Busy for the affluent, He has no time for him.
We hope for equality and peace,
We carry silent marches for justice.
We act blind towards the deaf people,
Who have anyways made us cripple.