The Dreams of A Wailing Bird

I feel like a bird with a broken wing, 

Damaged by all the injustice I have seen. 

I want to fly away and feel new things, 

But I can't yet so I walk in rings. 

Nestling along with the bright white car,

My body feels heavy with a dark tainted scar, 

Lost in oblivion I question afar, 

What am I a silver spoon or a rusted jar?

My footsteps are staggering and comparatively slow to fight;

I am not able to attack the privileged ones with my full might. 

I continue to perfect myself and perform my best, 

I believe that God will take care of the rest. 

Opportunity and oppression will soon be ordered, 

Corruption and Cynicism will all, be boarded. 

Noticing nothing but nepotism will be a thing of the past, 

For, the protests this time are born to last. 

'Raja ka beta Raja' culture will stop altogether

We all will fly as the flock of the same feather. 

Against all the odds and the ominous weather

We all will fly as the flock of the same feather.