Anandosen- For Those in the Dark

We are not idiots,
If we mean we are odds,
With our top buttons closed,
Not for our neck-ties.
We kiss each other,
And we hug each other,
And we love each other.
But we are-
Campy lampoons,
Of human existence,
Born sick,
In our sub-consciousness,
Like a dead child,
Wishing for day-light,
Trapped inside,
A biology machine,
Called womb.

Why then we march for?
Unlike justice & sympathy,
To those ill fated cowards,
Dressed in black,
Holding candles straight
And engaged in forums,
To vote for, to fight for,
And to satisfy their ego,
Because they did nothing,
For their dear ones killed,
When they were sleeping,
Like a baby unaware-
That the parents are playing.
We are not idiots,
If we mean we are odds,
With our top buttons closed,
Not for our neck-ties.