I shouldn't face the wrath
Should I apologise,
For null offence
Whom am I
Should I beg for pardon
Am not a human by ***?

Captives of our own identity
By the rules of land  we abide
And cling to the terms
We slither in servitude
Yet we hail our master

By the book we're hooked
We try to stampede for a coup for deliverance
But still I need an assurance
To revive our significance
By hook or crook
Its a wild mammoth thought

Moaning,thatching,fetching, ranching,soothing is our role
Still we'll still like steel on steel