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ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time
I was told to listen,
Listen to voices on radio
Chanting praises at something,
Something called democracy
And it made me new.

As new as I was,
I tried getting a livelihood
But was asked to drop something.
Placing some papers on the desk
Made me a joke to the panel,
The generally accepted was the price.
Bribery was the right term
But the vice has become a custom
And reduced the essence of true value,
Where wrong is right and right is wrong.
It’s a law to abide,
Even education could not help.

In the book of freedom
Chapter if it is applicable
Verses why is there no freedom of expression
To how the people are treated,
Tells the insincere truth
Of the world’s chapter.
They asked them to vote
With lot of Promises Attached,
After election they are demons
Feasting on the same people,
The reasons they became leaders.

Many a people who strive for equality
But are faced with iniquities
By those who are full of insecurities.
Now there is obscurity,
Pacing from one end to the other.

Chapter by Chapter reads
The constitution that favours’ very few,
Moment by moment takes
The right of individuals,
Making earth too hot for them,
Making life too tough for them.

I say a big hello to the new dawn
Where I can’t say a word
But forced to accept the odds,
Because expression has been exiled
And the trophy for tomorrow
Has been made a play thing.

When I go to mother,
I will ask what it means to be a youth.

When I go to father,
I will ask what it takes to be honest.

When I go to my Professor,
I will ask what a degree is all about.

For now I would conclude
That the greatest weapon,
Isn’t just Education,
Isn’t just wealth,
Isn’t just influence,
But the voice to speak.

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