Against all the odds,
We place our bets,
Our team tactfully picked,
Now…watch us play!
I am the captain,
Of the Faceless Squad,
To the pitch I will lead,
With our thumbs we shall print.
Enough is enough,
Death to the tyrants,
An end to the regime,
For we got the power,now we rise!
Stand up for all,
Choose the future we need,
Not with twigs and placards,
But with the print on that paper!
Is politics much different from a circus?
Mr.Politician with a fleet of cars…
Celebrated by rowdy youth ardoned with scars
Plastic smiles just like our murram roads covered with tar
Our 24/7 economy only operates in the lavish bars
All we can do is shrinkle but not twinkle as stars.
Our sisters for twilight girls
Our brothers perish by knife stabs
We will never afford taxi cabs
It’s like we living in shrubs
Or is it that we are not as agile as crabs?
Our life is made harder than concrete slabs!
Truth is as bitter as grapes
Ever thought of a genious born outta rape?
I rest my case!
You win the race…
Maybe I wish you all the best,
I hope my tears will finally get to rest!
Son Of A Poet
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