It’s either right or wrong.
We live so long without fulfilment
But rather, maltreatment.

Sisters and brothers,
We most endure what not pays,
Our duties of heart,
But satisfaction of “people” around us,
We enjoy when it rains,
Now skies are vacant.

We are angry with ourselves
For not paying ourselves and being grateful,
People are fooled by dissatisfied triumph
Just to smile at others,
Hatred and love don’t stay together,
Harmony and discord are separated by Walls.

We work for rules,
We abide ourselves with fools,
Who said I wouldn’t be cool.