I want to speak on a hot potato
Not the sexy spicy mama you know
Neither is it a romance story told
But Elephants that think they are gods.
Left to them, grasses trembled on
And shrubs beneath knees should not grow
They demand loyalty and a jump on bandwagon
Riding straight to the deep pit of hell.
Whereas, no life on earth forever stays
No conjuring charms can evade the decay
Soon you will be late, and no longer participate
In the affairs of those living on earth
Would you know you, when you are late?
This is just a penny for you thoughts
Give support rather than uprooting roots
Be humble, we all broke out by chance
Stop living life like you created yourself..
We are under the sky, breathing same air
Heal me with kindness at the drop of your hat
Not boss me around, like you can buy life.