Confessions of
an indian drama queen
A flaming fire that I see
devours the hesitation left in me
And provoked by daggers thrown by man
The world needs help, and help we can
But we always hide,
Two steps shy to contribute
But I think I am,
therefore I am
and I refuse to remain mute
I may be only one,
And you say i don’t have strength alone
But I will stand up straight, and yell out loud
That this violence I don’t condone
Maybe then my voice will be heard
And then one plus one is two
And then with the rest, who follow me
Imagine what we can do
The tragic state of who we are
We may hide within our laugh
But to acknowledge, and then stay still
Its not even remotely enough
The starving children, the dying men
The children who don’t exist
The college kids, that kill their peers
All the pain amongst the mist
And the mists, like fogs, they blur our eyes
We only see what we allow ourselves to
But those deaths, the pain, the ignorance
I think its time we take our cue
I refuse to live one more day
Just listening blankly to the news
I’m sick of all the pain
I’m done with the abuse
Our country’s small, but we can do so much
If we hold our hands and try
And maybe when we make it work
There’ll be one less child to cry