January 10, 2013
Be the Change
Many people live in fear
Of committing fraud and sin
As criminals, they do not wish to appear
For us, hell is the ultimate fiery bin
Hell is where hatred rules
Where justice and harmony fail to pave their way through
Hell crowns and respects all fools
Punishments are hauled out of the blue
I have now stopped fearing hell
It does not intimidate me
It actually sounds kind of swell
It seems like a nicer place to be
Where I live now is worse by far
Than the nerve-wracking barriers of hell
Evil and corruption turn you into a star
While the deserving are never allowed their tale to tell
Why do I live in a land
Where the poor are treated like garbage
They are trampled on like castles in the sand
Even to merely exist, they must tirelessly forage
Why do my own country folk
Remain blind to the plight of my gender
Why are such crimes hidden under the cloak
Why do the authorities only favour the offender
Why is it that animals are locked behind a cage
But criminals are permitted to roam free
Why are we immune to a victims hurt and rage
Why are we, a proper solution, unable to foresee
A million rape survivors walk in shame
While their oppressors hold their head high
They conceive their actions to be nothing but a game
But who has really lost? The girl or the guy?
How can we live in a country
Where women are an eternally downtrodden race
Women don’t wish to be considered as holy
All we desire is justice that forever stays
The wrath we are subjected to now
Is worse than what is emotionally bearable
Don’t we deserve to be treated with love
Or must our problems be shoved rudely under the table
When are my leaders going to realize
That Im trusting on them to give me a safe life
Yet they walk away from our howls and cries
And silently watch us be prey to the knife
I can’t watch my country die like this
At the hands of these devils in human form
Who enjoy their lives with great joy and bliss
While we are forced to brave the turmoil and storm
I dream to wake up to a better tomorrow
To a time when my country becomes a paradise
No woman should have to suffer from any intolerable sorrow
Above such tragedies, our society must rise
Some day my country will change
Us, mango people, will enjoy every basic freedom
Justice, to us, will no longer seem strange
Priority will no longer be only granted to some
I deeply love my motherland, ‘India’
And I am going to help it grow
And watch it soon shine like a star
Irrespective of whether the process is fast or slow
I believe victory is soon to come
If we fight for it together
Fraternity is our only way to overcome
Our unforgettable tragedies
But the decision is now for us to make
Do we want to be a light
And lead our country to progress?
Or do we want to stand away and out of sight
And silently watch our country regress?
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