At certain times, in certain places,
Few certain words you shouldn't say;
Your throat may itch, your head may spin,
To make you utter the word 'unclean';
And yet you must not intervene
In the usual process of moral decay.
You must realise that only a teen,
With a huge overflow of Serotonin,
Addresses the minor issue called sin.
Don't tell your wife how much you earn,
Or how pretty looks that next door lass;
Don't waste your time by telling a police,
A lawyer or a judge not to have prejudice
Towards the powerful, sinister class.
A teacher you shouldn't ever tell
To be committed;
Never yell
The words of honesty to a leader;
Much rather remain a woeful cheater
To your own mind.
Don't explore
The harsh reality- just ignore!
What the others are suffering here today,
Will reach you tomorrow in their own way;
They will not let you have your say.
Prepare yourself for that very day;
Till then, keep grooming the tendency
To subdue to the abject hypocrisy.
Few certain words you shouldn't say;
Your throat may itch, your head may spin,
To make you utter the word 'unclean';
And yet you must not intervene
In the usual process of moral decay.
You must realise that only a teen,
With a huge overflow of Serotonin,
Addresses the minor issue called sin.
Don't tell your wife how much you earn,
Or how pretty looks that next door lass;
Don't waste your time by telling a police,
A lawyer or a judge not to have prejudice
Towards the powerful, sinister class.
A teacher you shouldn't ever tell
To be committed;
Never yell
The words of honesty to a leader;
Much rather remain a woeful cheater
To your own mind.
Don't explore
The harsh reality- just ignore!
What the others are suffering here today,
Will reach you tomorrow in their own way;
They will not let you have your say.
Prepare yourself for that very day;
Till then, keep grooming the tendency
To subdue to the abject hypocrisy.
