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Nazim Ali (Eʁʁoʁ)

Classics

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Nazim Ali (Eʁʁoʁ)

Classics

Code 'H'

Code 'H'

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A code, 

 We are just a code

 On the spiral of DNA

 A human 

 Like creature 

 Less embodied 

 With humanity 

 We were best 

 Until we found 

 Ourselves divided 

 

 We felt supremacy 

 Over others, 

 If we are of light 

 Colours 

 Nor they were back 

 Who called themselves 

 Glorious black 

 We found ourselves cocky 

 And oppressed 

 To the weak 

 Though he was not afraid 

 But meek 

 

 We divided ourselves 

 In the colours 

 And attire of 

 Religion 

 Tried everything to 

 Destroy ourselves 

 With precision 


 But 


 The wave erupted 

 And reminds us 

 Of our fragile existence 

 Which is nothing 

 But an argillaceous shell 

 We have the discretion 

 And opportunity 

 To choose between 

 Heaven and hell 

 

 Our karma 

 Lost the essence 

 Of morality 

 And compassion 

 Whatever we see Is a repercussion 

 Of our misdeed, 

 

 Indeed 

 

 Now, call yourself best 

 Or worst But the truth is 

 We are all of the same kind 

 Raised from 

 And will merge in 

 The same dust 

 Leaving this transient crust.


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