They say...
World is your stage
and you are the performers,
but in this mire of world
we are the puppets & they have strings.

They say...
Freedom's what u get
to do what you want,
but we are only free to die here
despicably with poison of rat.

They say...
Every wall is decorated
and every floor is shiny,
but miss the cobwebs in corners
of despair & victims of tyranny.

They say...
You have the ropes
to pull yourself along ladders of progress,
but their golden eyes neglect
that no ropes can reach at depths of our regress.

They say...
The society is steady
and they have grip over masses.
but the same vise
is choking us
with their neat promises.

they say...
And...
WE ONLY LISTEN...