when each hungry stomach
cries for food,
the lights are down and
the city sleeps with a news of
murder.
when paranoia for rape-justice starts,
the beggars in the street works extra hard
to make the ends meet.
when people think of morality
the different way
the idea just doesn’t feel right.
in the garbage dump
filled with waste of our houses
we each time will also find
courage to change.
and each time we lose it,
A dispossessed shall rape.
on the pursuit of seeing what we see
hearing what we hear
the monkey un-monkeyed
will make us hear what we always wanted to talk
“Justice”
In yellow city lights
each person looks up to climb
but with disgust
in a room of yellow lights
ready to blame the yellow-er.
The city lights are down
the lamp-post are off
when the real struggle is going on.