What culture are we proud of?
The country where children touch our elder’s feet,
And later they are kicked to
street
The country where girls are divine
80% of them are killed, some never see sunshine
We are biggest democrat, and still we are being dictated
I really question this, of which soil we are created?
Went to funeral, saw crying eyes
Tears falling down and I won’t lie
When the Dead was alive, nobody said Hi
And now look thousands saying good bye
Is it humanity or is it shame
Humility, guilt, what to blame?
When he was alive didn’t have bread to eat
Now his dead body, getting a lavish treat.
Hollow people, hollow belief
I have So much to grieve..!!
That old man was friend of mine
Used to tell me about his son, but never whine
His son has kicked him out of the house
For the sake of the property, with the help of his spouse
Now the same son is crying, showing his gratitude
That ugly truth, that fake attitude
I felt like killing him, the urge was hurting me from inside
I had no choice but to morn standing besides.
That old man when was alive
Got all lonely after death of his wife,
When he needed someone, when he needed care
None in his family had anything to share
When he wanted food, thriving for help
All he ever saw was empty shelf
Memories was what he was living on
Now he is dead all gone
My mind asking me this
Why are people now so much concerned?
Are they interested to see, how he is Burned
HE was burning from the day he was kicked
Why none of them ever came and have him picked?
Why are you now giving him bread which he can’t eat?
Where were you when he was in need?
There is so much to ask, so much to know
How can we be so much hollow?
How can we be so much hollow?
