#middleclass
I
Did
Realise
In Time,
To succeed
And my dad
Guided me to
The epitome of
Worldly success.
Now I'm a beacon,
For you and others,
In this complete fray.
You have my example,
I realised that I have to,
Without procrastinating,
Put efforts for success too,
And for a lifestyle achieving,
I practised writing mock tests,
Not any more novels, none bro,
For I realised that I'm mi'l class.
The Indian mi'l class put efforts,
Without these, there's no bun,
So, I solved mock tests daily,
I didn't shy away and run,
Put my efforts regularly,
You too need just study.
No legislator will think of you,
For you come from the mi'l class,
And from the gen'l cat'ry too.
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 11:54 PM UTC
None can defy what there is not
So why and how do you?
As Narcissus reigns, how can you contend?
Contentment with the norm, a shameful folk you are
As the faithless faithful preach
We remain steady,
watching through the distance
silently and inquisitively
So when the time arrives
Haste we do not
They, a pitiful bunch, consider us but shams
"How can the peasants rule after all?"
Oh, their gall
And so the farmers and the toilers march
March under the banner of revolution!
No faith to obstruct, no wealth to envy
'Tis but another evolution
Humanity will once again rule itself
Not succumbing, but becoming
its own god and its own master
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
In America
You're either rich or ******
Or privileged enough
To be ****** by the rich
Medical bills
Car insurance
Groceries
Utilities
Student loans
******** that nobody can afford
Yet everybody pays for
Because this is America
And we need to have it all
In America
I'm ******
Because I'm not a millionaire
And that's the kind of salary you need
In order to survive
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
The man in the middle quietly weeps as the deafening crescendo grows on…
Hoping by chance he’ll soon join the dance but knowing deep down, somehow, he is wrong?
The people who lead have more than they need insisting on evermore -till it’s gone.
And at the end of the day they’ll cry merrily and gay;
“What happened t’was a wonderful song?” *
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Who plays a game?
Who learns to speak French enough to drink their wine
To make a life for their children
Is it enough while others resist?
Just a mile from freedom town
The men all gathered there
They weren’t going to stand down
No flag could block the glare
They said it was time to defend
The words they read were near
They didn’t live to play pretend
Their beliefs stronger than fear
It became clear
Crazy was doing nothing
But doing things you don’t want to do
Is like being a ********** in the middle of a war
Or sacrificing a life for people who won’t know the difference
Turn off the radio
The news isn’t good
A soldier who’s seen death
Is always ready to stand up
He’s fears not for his last breath
Does he live in your neighborhood?
Who plays a game?
Who learns to pray every day walking under an umbrella
Fear instead of faith
Is it enough just to exist?
Just a mile from Crows ridge
The people all gathered there
They weren’t afraid to cross the bridge
This time it was their turn to dare
They said it is our time now
The dream was finally near
Still they burn inside the vow
Fifty years gone without fear
It became clear
Slavery was doing nothing
But doing what you have to do
Is never losing again in your own home
When the past remains a part of your resistance
Turn up the radio
The song says you should
A singer tired of death
Is always ready to stand up
He cries in between each breath
If I were him I wonder if I would
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC