Art And Culture: Save Me
His birth was not decided,but life,
He never chose the womb,but destiny
He was not aware of the calss he born into and,
He was too innocent to choose a skin colour.!
He was misled by the saga of “children of one mother “,our land,
All but was a sand castle of brutal lie.!.
He was one among you,but you are partly blind,
His shrieks were loud,but you are partly deaf,
He sneaks into the main stream,but you stamp him with a seal.,
A seal in disguise stamps his future.!
The society is divided and
The division is deliberate.
The classes of cast and creed
Plays with the trump card in the centre stage.
Deliverance from slavery was promised,
But political slavery was fed.!
The overfed was served the feast again,
When the long line of que went hungry.
The privileged class looked down,
And reviled his colour and status ,
The law makers wondered
Why to make a hole in the exchequer?
AFTER ALL WHOSE CHILDREN ARE THEY ANYWAY ?
