BORN IN DYSTOPIA

I believe,
I believe, I was doomed to be born in this world
In this world of woe
Between the distinction of classes, The HIGH and low,

The friendships, relationships and intimacy,
really worth none.
Every one running behind the piece of paper,
which shouldn’t even worth one

If Eastern mythologies are right,
I must have had a sinister past life
If the westerners are right,
This is the hell as they fuckin’ describe.

These clashes on the name of traditions and cultures,
These fictions of diversity based on caste, race and colour,
These faked differences in the name of countries and nationality,
These unending suppressions in the name of GOD, The Almighty.

I don’t know what all of this is
But this sounds like the hell as they fuckin’ describe,
or I must have had a sinister in my past life.

This unusual attraction towards heaven,
which we can literally create here,
where everyone is equal and everything is even
and everybody enjoys a free life without fear.

Where lust, greed, power and pelf, doesn’t control
And no one bounded inside the chain of the moral
Where a piece of paper doesn’t decides who survives
And everybody moving forward to achieve a common goal.