We start to speak,
But the consequences are bleak.
They say, you have the right,
But we can't even fight.
Society appears as good as gold.
But greed, corruption and terrorism rules the world.
They say race, religion, community, caste doesn't divide us.
But, the tension, we still feel in the air.
Masked men lead the unsuspecting mass,
Who aren't a scratch of what they seem to be.
We see happy citizens on pages of a magazine.
Don't you think it's another cooked up story?
When shall we break the chains?
Put innocent sufferers out of pain?
Lets pray for a place, free of greed and filled with love.
Where people live and let live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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