By Shubham Mehta
"What am I to do father
My world is on fire, and
Circumstances seem so dire.
We choke under the knee,
We choke from the smoke,
We choke we choke, whenever we breathe
We choke every heart
That tries to beat free.
Disunited, angry, crying,
for our mothers.
They won’t let us be.
There are innocents trying,
In every country,
Seeking only justice and equality,
A crime for which they’re dying.
I feel their pain,
And I feel powerless.
Imagine them then
For surely the knee will rest on me one day.
Is this how it will end?
With painful pleas
Shouted by hoarse tongues.
Hate and bile
No trial.
Most hoping it fizzles out
In just a while?
Or will we come to each other's aid
across all nations, and terrain?
Strive, shield, unite, lead
And never ever yield.
Can it be that we
Change our ways and change our destiny?"