No, that's not just soil, that's golden dust
And that's not politics, that's stolen lust
Muting the voices and inducing the bust
The reels , the inks are mere spoken rust

Some may bully you, but no need to hide
Nothing mischievous, it's about your pride
You are brave who can flow against tide
We're free souls, not trapped in four side

One should remember the echo of history
Need to spell loud, nothing comes for free
Clear the illusions flying in the mystery
Need to step out, not still like this tree

Be yourself, don't just copy and paste
There's no afterlife, don't let it waste
Keep the heat on, they'll sniff the taste
Success is gradual, so don't push in haste