Innocent Terrorists

As days become months And months become years Wickedness journeys from sector to sector Permeating through the resilient borders Of both the thick and the thin Imagine an institution Where people are only taught to read and write And they wrote And were tagged terrorists What a set of terrorists Who only fight with ink in a blank? In a system where injustice prevails And everybody stands at ease How has injustice eaten the bread of the winner Managerial lapses swept under the carpet without remorse Irrational decisions reached without intuition Yet hidden behind the closed doors of the senate Who shall speak for the voiceless? In a society where destinies no longer matter to so called leaders The fate of the young being managed within the ambit of political gambling And careers of future leaders being tossed like the dice of a coin I cry in unknown tears For the future is now a political propaganda