Burn one, cut one, till we crush popcorn

Burn one, cut one, till we crush popcorn

I can blame but not better than the ones in whites,

Those who ate all up and now proclaim their rights,

Who thrive on our money and dwell in the brights,

the servant with fruits and master with blights.

I wonder why they keep asking me to pay,

for the price of my ever  rising dismay,

they tell us to keep hope  as there is  a crisis to bear,

and add every year few more drops of tears.

Whom to call when even justice  betrays,

Over black coated mascots of devils that says,

Whatever i prove is the truth among lies,

hence wit wins over justice and money over lives.

But I do live in a world of consummate daydreamers,

Who dwell on gossips and avoid the facts,

who admire the glamour and publicity hikes,

who socialize on ‘facebook’ and drool over ‘likes’.

For whom ‘today’s newspaper’ equals ‘tomorrow’s trash’,

For whom the country's beauty lies in ‘shahrukh’ and ‘aish’,

For who just a ‘bottle’ and petty parties are “matter”,

Those who live in ‘twitter’ and its endless platter.

So I don’t care nor hate nor scorn,

Burn one, cut one till we crush the popcorn,

Well it’s true that ‘$#!t Happens’ and it always will,

But who care if we lie in a ‘$#!thole’ still,

As they are the cats and we are the mice,

Lets hope for “sugar, spice and everything nice”.