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I won’t be there
To, as they say
Bid you your final goodbye
On your last day
I hope you will
Be generous enough to forgive me
For I cannot, and will not
Come there to see-
Devoid of their spark
Lifeless, your eyes
Once which reflected
The sunny skies
Your skin shrivelled
With age, and what it brings
You, a helpless victim
Of the tune time sings
I will not
Watch you die
As prostrate, awaiting
The final moment you lie
I do not wish to be defeated
As I, in vain strive
Against reality, in my head
To keep you alive

Trampling upon fellow beings

Without regret or remorse

To serve what end

Do they adopt this course?


Flitting from one

Relation to another

Not a trace of guilt

To slaughter their own brothers


No question of

Word or honor

Pouncing at every

Victim they corner


Freedom and independence

A crumbling sham

Death of free will

At their own bloody hands


Driven ahead unaware by

Ulterior motives solely

Souls being infested by

Moral depravity wholly


Affectations galore

To achieve selfish goals

The sanctity of candor

An ugly beast stole


Now rendered

Empty shells

Consciously brought about

This infernal hell


It’s all a part of the game

Survival of the fittest is the name

Trying to

Sugar coat facts

Passing it off

As essential tacts


Infinite hatred that

Doesn’t become any less

In front of the world

They diligently suppress


Social standing

Matters after all

Even if at every feet

They grovel and fall


Honest opinions

Don’t stand a chance

To popular belief

These puppets dance


Scoffing at

Genuine ways

Envious though

Of what candor says


In the absence of

A plastic idol

Without blind worship

Their lives would be dull


Pouring honey

In endless ways

Spitting venom

Behind my face


And you ask me to

Dampen my courage

When with indignation

I tremble in rage?


To adopt their

Stealthy ways

Living lies

For endless days


To stoop

Low enough

To succumb to deceit

When the going gets tough


To yield

What I believe in

To be a mute observer

Than raise my voice against sin


I rather be

A social outcast

Than be mould in

Their hollow cast


Someday I may learn

To do what they do

Question is should I

Become one of them too?

All of them the same

A common constitution

Varied are the names

If need be, you’ll just be

Another pawn

In their dirty games


Just a rung

In their ladder

To illustrious success

Stepped upon

Without a qualm

You were always too naive to assess


A mere doormat

Eager to oblige

With their dirty feet

Wiped over you

You still crave further

To be more broken and beat

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