Passion

Spanish Inquisition or Iraq invasion.

It's not passion of an ordinary man.

It's penned by men in mansion.

Who hold generation of men to ransom.

They crave more graves than Adolf Hitler.

These are not builders of civilisation.

They criminalise the voice of unconformity in the name of unity.

Equating unity with uniformity.

Labelling our Heroes with tag of insanity.

Equating tyranny of few with democracy.

Filling up fallacies and hypocrisy.

Filling streets with dope lead hope.

Teaching every lost crush,job exam can be coped with dope, dope light up your day, enlightens you.

This is the plight of my generation.

Blinded by blingers and swingers.

Our existence is endangered more  than ever.

The fever is spreading like wildfire.

Tiring and tearing us down.

Filling up pockets of the rich.

They are making so much money they themselves have to pinch.

Media equates reality with rating.

Crafting an oppression never witnessed before.

In these moments of adversity, brutality we see heroes rise,

Whose war cries rise our hope.

Who helps to find the our passion.

Passion is the cushion for us. Those who do not live in mansion.

Passion of our heroes ended the rule of those who held us hostage to unseen ransom.

Seeking that passion is trouble some.

But we can't crumble under that excuse,

We have to refuse the teaching which confuses our perspective.

We should say no to all kind of domination,

We should not fall because of our own erection.

We need to pin them down and win.

We have to win.