An onlookers's rant
Forget life beyond the grave ,
We can hardly cope up with ours
And to those who think they have it won ,
Imperfections galore
Wouldn’t life be easier to walk naked and mate,
Rather than to complain about rape?
Arent we animals as much?
And we classify us as such
What is right without left?
And what is left without rights?
Following the rules of the constitution
Set by people involved in this mass prostitution
Our bodies we hate,
And we chalk it upto fate
And on social media we rate
Oh yes , now she has taken the bait
Are we born to live
Or are we born to die?
This , nobody knows and no one asks why
Rather we seek the code to the Wi-Fi
And indulge in meaningless high fives
And the kid that looks up to you ,
Now just blatantly looks through you.
Life is merely an empty canvas,
Whether we paint it black or white is upto us
Don’t even think of causing a fuss
Because the art we make is the one they take
And be pretty sure they don’t take refunds.
