Since
you can't have the aspirations,
you can't own the aspirations,
.
Oh poor
it's your fate
to cull the hopes up
tossed by unknown
.
Oh poor
It's your fate
to purchase even the faith,
.
Oh poor
If freedom is sold
nothing remains for you,
.
Oh poor
your feet need trajectory
Though there is no truce- no conflict between feet and psyche
.
Oh poor
there is a dubious path
amidst truth and lie
.
Lingers your conscience
to and fro on the path
.
Oh poor
you are seen
on both verges of the path