Ode to a child

Ode to a child

 

As a child every thought I fought,

Skipped happiness hopes we bought;

Sold in the bazaars that mint leaders,

We fought for our rivers,

There is a land lined with sand,

With diminishing physics and shaky hand;

We still bathed in the rain,

Engulfed in slow emitting pain,

As a man every thought I fought,

Your today – yesterday they wrote,

The tombstone lined – someone’s hope,

One more soldier bite the dust and another rode,

Country man plundered for your growth;

Today when you rest in peace,

Unrest in the street!

Your kind – different breed;

How do you free freedom?

Freedom redefined – surging storm;

Hurricane, typhoon – this place has grown.

Write me off!

Ride the storm,

Collective hallucinations making society strong;

Thorn in the throne,

Few rights and many wrong,

This is where we belong;

The Child is growing, still young!

Is this the end of a feebly written song?