Sunday, August 11, 2013

(We) Rise and (You) Fall

You live because I die,

You laugh while our families cry,

You mumble through your speech;

I bleed here while you act a leech

My crimson paints the ground

My body fights through each of their fired round.

They strike without any repercussion

We die without any retribution

The blood we spill goes to waste every time

You stay silent; we don’t worth a dime?

But Mr. Leader, you hear me out

You’re nothing without us, neither is your clout

Don’t bother our dead bodies

We are not alone in this;

Millions stand for us all over,

That’s what we call bliss

We do not need you to stand up for us

Let our bones be buried with respect

And we’ll rise when you fall

Then we’ll have it all perfect

This post is a part of Write Over The Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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