Inside dark rooms
Without windows
We are locked
Our loud cries
Only deafening us
While we’re mocked
By them
Who proudly drive
High-end mobiles
And hugely display
Plushy lives
Come elections time!
Their comfort zones
Are greatly disturbed
As they’re perturbed
By the unknown future
Then you’ll find them
Even in the nooks
Of our dark spaces
Crooning us lies
Thinking we’re goons