Tick tock, tick tock
Time is running faster than a
Bullet train.
Everything is on verge of collapsing,
A 180°.
Darkness and cruelty everywhere -
Whoever said that people only care
If thou is famous, dead or alive said it
True.
It is indeed true.
Money and capitalism is the root of
Evil.
Being made to work long hours &
Exploited of labour for a single piece of
Paper that decides our worth.
Those in power are abusers of
Human rights.
They don their caps of fake humanity &
Rob people of their mental peace.
They're sadistic wolves hiding in
Cover of sheep.
Waiting for an opportunity to prey
Upon the inferior.
They with their gold teeth & fake pearls,
Talk big words and do nothing.
Puppets on a string, they know how to
Make us dance.
Want your work done?
Handover pink-green papers or have a
Person with silver crown back you up
With army.
No papers and crown? Fear not,
Simply forget about your work moving.

Red on the cheek,
Whips on the back,
Cataracts in the eyes,
Rope around neck;
Cloud of smoke in mind.
Lay yourself on the carpet.
Surrender yourself on their shoes,
Clean it with your tears.
Cry and beg till your throat runs dry.
Till deserts heat up and you can
No longer speak.
They with their orange waist coats &
Red teeka still won't bat an eye.
A business of puppet play &
An act of twisted compassion.
They excel at their game and that's
Why they're known as masters of
Chess and of queens gambit.

The wolves in sheep clothing salute
The orange sun and green grass.
They start their day by having a cup of
Coffee made from choked tears,
With a side of pancakes and a bowl of
Papers, pearls mixed with snow white's
Red apples.
Mhm! What a delicious meal indeed.
They walk with their heads high,
Their actions on the mirror low;
Parallel lines never meeting.
Though human, they perhaps will
Scare heaven with their mind.
They use the car in full speed,
Press the accelerator of power.
Forgetting that every rise has a fall;
And when the tide comes,
It'll drown them all.

-Ridhima Joshi