Have You thought of the kid playing down the street,

What would he become when he stands on his feet?

A lawyer, an actor or probably a shrink

If I told you, a gangster, tell me what you think

Why wasn’t i surprised to hear the kid’s answer

Most of us eventually crumble down to pressure

That kid is nothing but a reflection of our past

He’s bold enough to realise he isn’t going to last

He’s probably too immature to make a difference to his life

But compelled to understand that only power can survive

What about us who call ourselves men

And pity ourselves every now and then

We use our voice to find only excuses

And harp on our achievements and weaken the weak with abuses

Faced with a challenge we know not how to react

Scramble like mice for support, yes that’s a fact!

When crime is committed in front of your eyes

You hide behind proclaimed responsibility to worsen human ties

Why do you bow down to corruption in your face

Don’t dare complain if you can’t enter the race

Blogs on bravery and rallies on awakenment

Is all good to the ear but just a cheap vent

A vent to let out frustration, a vent to let out anger

We’re all so secretly scared of resulting danger

What has anyone done to improve our situation

Recovering from tragedies is not in us but a mere compulsion

If we indeed learn from tragedies we’d be more honourable then

We wouldn’t encourage or showcase petty fights within entertainers and sportsmen

We would learn to forgive atleast our loved ones

And stand up for our rights in noble ways, not with abuses and guns

Politics in the world has been a never-ending problem

Charged with scams and bribery and political mayhem

Every damn minister is out to get the other

To first gain cheap recognition and then money and power

They do that by playing on our sentimental beliefs

Like violence against their territory’s caste and creed

They have no respect for man or the brotherhood of mankind

And all we do is allow them to eat our peace of mind

I spit on our rights that we’ve been given

Coz if one opens his mouth he’s tortured right there and then

The problem is that there is always one

What can the poor guy do when the unity only knows how to run

History portrays the frenzy that one man can make

He can shake the pillars of corruption

But is destroyed before he causes a quake

Why don’t we realise the power of a thousand

Have we lost our principles to fight against sin

Now tell me who’s more corrupt, the leaders or us

What would you do in their place when you know the people are nothing but a fuss

A fuss which can be controlled, a fuss which can be deployed

A fuss which is their right but is nothing more than a void

That kid is a mere puppet whose destiny we hold

We’re responsible for his thoughts and his conscience is already sold

We think ourselves as powerful honourable men

But we don’t know how to fight, have we been brought up learning to bend?

We’re only continuing the tradition and increasing the void

And all our future generation will have their Innocence Destroyed!!!