#but i can't...

We begged. We pleaded. We protested.

We simply wished for a better life.

We simply stayed on the streets of our dear nation

And needed a future where we could strive.

We touched the feet of our mother Earth,

Of our mother India,

Played games; formed bonds, links, and chains,

And ate food not from different communities, no,

But from people who wished the same: justice and accountability.

Yet all we got was expired tear gas and acts of suppression

With barely any defendability.

Who will protect the women when the “protectors” harass?

Who will care for the future when no one can surpass?

We're tired, we're mad, we're angry, we're downright sad.

But if not us, who will?

If not us, who will?

The forth largest economy

Is standing atop the corpses of the dead students.

The students who wished to be doctors

Now don’t even have the capabilities to be cadavers.

It can be toppled down any minute now,

Being so obvious, even the legally blind can see.

There's no God that can save this,

No corrupt king that can lead.

The crown's weight, heavy on the protesters’ minds,

Their lives, their faces, their bodies, their “crimes”,

Broken into pieces and sown as a seed,

Just for some basic human rights.

It's shit, it's bad, We have every right to be mad.

But keep your calm and keep your peace.

We'll stand strong, we'll fight to be released.

Because who fears the threat of jail

When our own country keeps us on a dog leash.

So rage, rage for the future dying ahead.

So bleed, bleed until the papers leak red.

Do not go gentle into that goodnight—

Every time I leave the room for anything (food, potty break, need another sacrifice, ect. Ect. you know, Daily human life) I make sure to say

"ayo, watch out for the living desease!"

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