They say we have changed, drastic change, lead to our end as if end was our fate Can they manage to be in the cave once again? They say what we wear matter short NO, long goes How much short are they? Need Complan to grow again? They question our decency Why not we now bring out our wild ass out To show them what high paid education But a degenarated mind bring Always I write lines 4... 8... 12 My pen, these days mock me What is the point to spend heaven like ink Against the ones who can't get even one line if I compose 12000 for being free P.S: I don't think that it's offending. I wrote what I felt. Sorry if I have hurt anyone's sentiment.
