They are active, we are passive
They are there, we are not
They are rich, we are poor
They dictate pace, we follow
Support is theirs, vulnerability is ours
We à re dull, they are wit
Ugly they name us and gorgeous is them
Respect is thiers and we are vessels
They have hearts
Surely, we have stones
They have title deeds and we have nothing!
We own our shadows only
And remain strangers
Life means them!
Death is us!
Like dirty water we need purification
They are the plump line
Everything is theirs!
Rules and policies are theirs
Crafted for us the arrogant
But benefit them!
The bouncing back effect!
It’s them not us
They are the heroes!
They have scars!
Right in their hearts
Some claim!
They are the measure
Whether we want or not
They remain steadfast!
Truly, it’s not us!
It’s them!
Ideologically written tenfold
They are a symbol of reason!
To survive it is them
Not Us!
