The stifling air speaks volumes of the chase,
As people run after fame and the famed.
How pathetic, this endless pursuit,
In a crowd of strangers, where truth is often mute.
Our places may differ, our ways of speaking too,
But we aren’t so different; we are what we are.
We’re meant to move as one, united and free,
Welcoming all, embracing our shared humanity.
Let’s convey what we truly seek,
With no hidden agendas, no need to be meek.
Why does disparity linger? Who are you to judge?
In my case, I stand alone,
The judge, the jury, the executioner.
I’ve been here; I will remain,
A stranger among many, yet bound by the same chain.
We are but one of many, pursuing what we love,
In this vast tapestry, we rise as one.
As people run after fame and the famed.
How pathetic, this endless pursuit,
In a crowd of strangers, where truth is often mute.
Our places may differ, our ways of speaking too,
But we aren’t so different; we are what we are.
We’re meant to move as one, united and free,
Welcoming all, embracing our shared humanity.
Let’s convey what we truly seek,
With no hidden agendas, no need to be meek.
Why does disparity linger? Who are you to judge?
In my case, I stand alone,
The judge, the jury, the executioner.
I’ve been here; I will remain,
A stranger among many, yet bound by the same chain.
We are but one of many, pursuing what we love,
In this vast tapestry, we rise as one.
