About us living an hoax life,
Whom we worship don't care if we die.
Celebrities treated as God the great,
They not allowed to talk, only wave.

My country still tries to reach the moon,
While 60% live without electricity here.
Everybody trying to keep with the goon,
Why care about the poor, the wars near.

Innocence to my first cry,
I first laugh, when u held me high.
Everything U did, was for me,
I breathed though Ur vine..
U took me in, U took me out,
My souls is a fragment of u,
without a doubt.
Be miles away don't worry Mom.
You taught me well,
Ur proud Son.
Missing you Mom !

Slow is the course of nature,
Slow is how we began,
Slow you'll see the birds,
Slow don't care much about time.

Now we created Fast,
and Fast is how we like going.
This Fast will keep you forgetting,
as Fast is already an occupied mind.

Fast don't care much about a Boat,
Or planting a tree or maybe fishing.
It just keeps us in the Race,
while anger surging for not reaching.

It keeps us forgetting the world beside,
And loose touch with the conscience inside.

While, few of us still like it slow,
Especially when we set the Tight-Stick a-glow :D
Not worry about past or future,
but nourish this present child inside.

Its good to calm down to a sound,
breathe an easy sigh while the sun goes down.
Now all that is lost in this narrow line,
Guess, this is all that comes with Time.

Is this how the future looked like,
when we were ploughing our lands?
The land where we always have lived,
The place I made my first stand.

History's always been disastrous,
The future was trying to make me understand.
but when I saw these foreign, murderous hands,
Shaping the scapes of my land.

My scream was silenced,
by the tanks and guns,
Had I worried they had
taken a wrong turn?

For the government already took what they could,
A foreign government in my land.
Destroyed all our grains and food,
A foreign government in my land.

My only hope is that world will see,
How doomed this occupation is,
My home was and will always be,
where I breathed my first and will breathe my last.

I never held a weapon
and never intend to,
But I will never leave my land,
This is my only stand.

Mountains, Mighty mountains,
and Mighty tress will all befall,
As this tragedy strikes,
Our mother, Mother Earth.

Lakes catching fire ,
No room for living.
U think we are going higher?
But it's our own grave we are digging.

Divided as we stand,
By language and land,
Killing each other for reasons
I don't understand.

Don't mind but religion,
Has been tearing things apart.
You **** his own creation,
In the name of God !! (Blasphemy)