The SHAISSEM of our land
Sitting on my couch with multiplex of thoughts
Which makes me visualize the situation of our society
The tears of the masses gives me sleepless nights
Considering the fact that the gods of our land
Have become the archfiends of the land
We all have blood running in our veins
Yet they treat us like a small fry
The bread of the masses now reside in the pockets of the Messiahs
A national cake appears in our front
But before our very eyes we are left with crumps to eat
We have been abandoned to wallow in the mud of pain and poverty
Even with our loud cries the gods pretend to be deaf, blind and dumb
The gods have hidden themselves in a mansion
And we are locked outside this earthly paradise
They have increased the height of the fence
Just to prevent us from jumping over
This has made most of us engage in criminal acts just for survival.
We are treated as beggars in our own fatherland
Our fathers have refused providing the necessities of life for us
We have become ministers of poverty, pain, unemployment and lots more.
The only way we could survive is through crimes
The only power the young ones have against these greedy gods are the weapons
The gods have crushed down the talents of the little ones intentionally and unintentionally.
When the masses agree to fight for freedom from the shackles of unjust dealings
They are unjustly treated just because they chose to stand by the truth
The black and white have failed to realize
the heap of corruption hovering around the society,
The irony is that they are the hope of the common man.
Meanwhile the corruption emanated from the gods of our land
They sing an anthem of Justice yet they portray injustice
The masses have been denied the pleasure that they deserve to enjoy
The young ones have never stopped dreaming
Hoping that one day the situation would turn around
But the dreams keep ending in their sleep
The messiahs keep proposing salvation but end up making compromise.
And now the only hope we have left is the Messiah in heaven.