In vast countries where a billion different voices
Murmur in their work and mull in thought
Are the seeds of revolution because choices
Lack the freedom, doing what we ought.
In the stitching of the garments and the ploughing
Fields we furrow for vague greater good
There are questions as we bow our heads to tasking
Asking if we’re doing all we should
To be the one, the only one, we’re born to,
To realise the goals, the greater aims,
To be the actions that may speak because we owe to
Selves and world, justice in our names.
In the factories and countries wide where souls ache,
Trammeled while we’re working for the man,
Eked existence slowly lived while hearts break,
Years swiftly bypass doing, as we think, the best we can.
In the motion of the moon and yearly tidings
Howls inside are rising, seeking sky,
Portents of a future, bands of wildness,
Growling in the question, why me, why.
Dare we risk, in idle speculation,
The what ifs, should I’s, didn’ts, not my job,
Plodding on, a controlled automation,
While frustrations muster, gathering in mob.
Can we be the changes in our lifetime,
The only voice we’re given for a while,
Can we work and think, still being active,
Ripple on a radius within our mile.
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