I want to draw the line,
and move on to greener fields;
I want to leave everything I have
and start new foundations to build.

I am sick of the system,
despite of the efforts that was seen;
being one of the soldiers
losing battles, I redeem.

I have nothing against you people
but my resource feels un-blessed,
equality is unexplainable
until you give up your kindness.

Bonds you wished to retain
are welcomed by abusive strains,
of guilt and forgiveness
in the back of your heart, blamed

untamed and rebellious
but still you manage to handle,
the fairness you wished for
your puke that you've gargled

until the last blame
becomes a memory of the past;
you wake up tomorrow
doing those same old task.