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Warlords, fake saviors, arrogant, defiant
Bombarding the innocent, helpless lambs
Scaring the scared, asserting they are valiant
Trading hunger, turning millions into beggars…
If you don’t resist the ferocious dragons
If you callously turn away your face
You are certainly not alive…
You enjoy driving your luxury cars
Always eyeing the bigger, still bigger
Car-fests or bazaars, wow the new models
Proudly boast of buying the latest, craziest…
If you don’t mind the pollution they cause
If you don’t feel for saving the suffering earth
You are certainly not alive…
The destitute suffer the misery of deprivation
Good life, a distant dream, only question, starvation
Crying infants lying on the road, no salvation
Roti, their life–goal, leftovers or kidney operation…
If you ignore a hungry man pleading for food
If you don’t part with your last penny for the nude
You are certainly not alive…
A walk through the whispering woods
Fluttering and flying like the chirpy birds
Thrilled by the nightingale’s soulful music
Different shapes turning into lions and dragons…
If you don’t rest against a broken log
If you don’t meditate on Time’s eternal song
You are certainly not alive…
Oppression and suppression, menace of the race
Devils masked as champs, chameleon-like face
Inflated ego, glib-talk, grab the mighty mace
Gullible masses, betrayed by the false grace…
If you don’t expose the blood-sucking vampire
If you don’t drag him into the all-consuming pyre
You are certainly not alive… |
