I look for an Exit!
To find a space,
To own my spirit,
And to be myself!
How I not hear the cries!
That utter from a deep sufferings,
Neither could I shut up my eyes,
Not seeing them oppressed from masters of their lives!
I did not dream to be Utopian!
But just a relief from their grief,
Neither could I bury my consciousness,
And to neglect the tyranny of many!
I am intolerant to see them made poorer!
And let them be on sympathy,
Of those who benefit their state,
But pretend as a king of Kindness!
I can not differentiate them as poor!
Who less see their needs,
But care more for others,
And blame own fate for their position!
Neither I see them as wealthy!
Who hold excessive,
At the cost of the others,
Yet fear them for losing!
I could not be the one without a speech!
Who cost their lives to remain at their side,
I urge to make my voice,
That let it out a long time despair!
