I’m not afraid of a voice that’s raised;
I’m scared of the stories that hide, suppressed inside your head.
I’m unfazed when angry fists levitate;
It’s the disrupted world we live in, that has me dazed.
A liberal mind,
That’s racist to the other kind;
A light that blinds
Paves a darker road and day turns into night.
When the fire that burns within you
Is also the fire that burns the society,
When your silence
Has the words that could stop a war,
When you act
When you want but not when necessary,
When you sleep
When the world needs you wide awake,
What is the name that you give yourself, brother?
What is that path that you’ve taken, sister?
There’s no road that can lead to paradise.
There is no sky that can fit in your naked eye.
Why don’t you realise?
Why don’t you see?
This is our world
This was your father’s dream.